Random Poetry

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In shadows cast by raven's plume,
A tale unfolds, a somber tune.
A brother's heart, once pure and bright,
Now veiled in darkness, consumed by night.

At ten, his innocence took flight,
Black hair cascading, eyes devoid of light.
A storm within, a tempest stirred,
Transforming love to echoes unheard.

In youth, a flower withered too soon,
His spirit tainted, like an eclipsed moon.
Aggression brewed, a toxic blend,
As tender bonds began to bend.

Once laughter echoed, carefree and wild,
Now silence draped each tortured child.
A sibling's touch turned cold and cruel,
A tragic twist, a broken rule.

The years pressed on, a relentless tide,
The brother's anger could not subside.
A wounded soul, a shattered core,
Black eyes harboring storms galore.

Within the walls of a family torn,
The echoes of pain, silently worn.
Bruises unseen, scars etched within,
A tale of agony, a tale of sin.

Yet, shadows cast are not all dark,
For strength can bloom in the deepest mark.
In whispers of courage, a sister's plea,
To break the chains and set hearts free.

With ink-stained tears, a pen's embrace,
She crafted verses, a refuge of grace.
A poet's refuge, a healing balm,
To navigate the labyrinth, to find the calm.

The verses sang of hope and light,
A beacon shining through the darkest night.
For even in chaos, seeds of change,
A chance for love to rearrange.

Through ink and rhythm, emotions untold,
The tale unfolded, a manuscript bold.
A brother lost, a plea to find,
The innocence buried in shadows confined.

No longer a child, but still a soul,
Lost in the tempest, trying to find its goal.
A narrative painted with shades of pain,
Yet redemption sought through the poet's refrain.

Black hair and eyes, symbols of strife,
Yet within, a chance for a renewed life.
A phoenix rising from ashes of despair,
A testament to the strength to repair.

Oh, wayward brother, the journey's long,
In verses woven, redemption's song.
A symphony played on the strings of fate,
A hope that love may yet abate.

As seasons turned, and time marched on,
The brother's heart began to dawn.
A realization, a mirror clear,
Reflecting the path of love sincere.

For even in the darkest hour,
A seed of change can sprout, empowered.
A tale of transformation, a phoenix's flight,
A brother reborn, embracing the light.

In the end, the poetry spoke,
Of healing wounds and breaking the yoke.
A family's tale, not just of despair,
But resilience found in the poet's prayer.

In the echoes of verses, a bond restored,
A brother's heart, once closed, now opened door.
The shadows lifted, revealing the sky,
A tale of redemption, a lullaby.