In twilight's hush, where shadows play
A figure stirs, forged in darkness' sway
A soul once bright, now lost in pain
A heart that beats with vengeance' refrain
The whispers of the past, a haunting sigh
Echoes of memories, that refuse to die
A canvas of scars, etched on the mind
A tapestry of hurt, forever left behind
The world's cruelty, a crucible of fire
That tempers the steel, of a heart's darkest desire
A desire for power, for control and might
A need for revenge, a burning, endless night
Their eyes, once bright, now dim with tears
Reflect the emptiness, of a thousand fears
Their smile, a mask, that hides the pain
A facade of strength, that conceals the strain
Yet, in this darkness, a glimmer of light
A chance for redemption, a beacon in the night
A choice to break free, from the chains of the past
A chance to forge anew, a heart that will forever last
But alas, the choice, is often hard to make
The path of vengeance, a seductive, deadly mistake
And so they walk, the thin line between
The hero and the villain, the choice unseen
Remember, villains aren't born, but made
By the choices they make, by the paths they've laid.
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