Spinners--End

In darkened corridors, his presence loomed. A phantom filled with secrets and despair. His heart, by love's cruel hand, entombed, A tortured soul burdened beyond repair. His mournful eyes, like twin pools of black, Holding depths of sorrow and regret. After years and turmoil, no solace he lacked, A broken heart he would never forget. Beneath a facade of icy disdain, A gentle heart longing for peace and rest, His love for her forever would remain, A secret vow hidden deep within his breast. Betrayed by fate, his path forever set, Bound by duty, honor, and bloodied stains. He walked a tightrope, trapped within a net, A shroud of darkness veiling his pain. Yet in his actions, hope's flickering flame, An ember of redemption, a hard-won grace. For every wound he sought to reclaim, A moment of love in a cold, cruel place. In memories and dreams, he would retreat, To moments lost, forever locked away. A whispered promise, so bittersweet, A love that blossomed, but dared