In sun-drenched fields, where laughter intertwined,
A friendship bloomed, two souls forever signed.
Lyra and Kael, with hearts both young and free,
Shared whispered secrets, 'neath an ancient tree.

Through winding paths, their bond grew ever strong,
A tender love, where they could do no wrong.
Their hands entwined, a promise softly made,
In love's sweet haven, where their spirits played.

A fragile life, conceived in gentle grace,
A daughter's hope reflected in her face.
But whispers spread, a venomous, dark blight,
And Kael's betrayal stole their child's first light.

The mob descended, fueled by twisted lies,
A mother's scream, beneath condemning skies.
The infant's breath extinguished in the night,
And Lyra's world, consumed by endless fight.

Kael stood bereft, the air a hollow sound,
Denial's grip, where shattered dreams were bound.
The anger surged, a tempest in his soul,
Bargaining's plea, beyond his own control.
Depression's weight, a crushing, heavy chain,
Acceptance's chill, a never-ending pain.

"You stole my life, my daughter's gentle breath,"
"A debt is owed, a dance with bitter death."
"No gentle hand, no mercy shall you find,"
"Revenge's shadow, twisted and unkind."
"A dish served cold, a feast of darkest night,"
"Your joy extinguished, swallowed by the blight."
"You'll feel the sting, the terror I embrace,"
"And know the horror, etched upon your face."
"Your world will crumble, 'neath my vengeful hand,"
"A final reckoning, across this broken land."

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