Extreme Hate

In the depths where shadows coil and writhe,

Lies a hate that consumes, relentless and alive.

Becoming a torrent of malice and greed.

With each whispered curse, it grows in might,

A darkness unyielding, a bitter cold,

Where empathy withers, and mercy is sold.

It breeds in echoes of past wounds and slights,

In its grip, compassion becomes a myth,

As bitterness seeps through every rift.

But in the tempest of hate's savage storm,

A flicker of humanity may yet transform.

For love, even in its absence, holds a sway,

To soften hearts and pave a gentler way.