Shadows of Kin

In shadows deep where darkness thrives,

A brother lurks with twisted guise,

His eyes like coal, his heart a stone,

In his veins, a chill has grown.

With cunning words and wicked art,

He plots and schemes, tears apart,

The bonds that once were strong and true,

Now twisted into something askew.

Beneath his smile, a serpent's hiss,

A venom that he can't dismiss,

He turns away from light's embrace,

Leaving scars upon love's gentle face.

Yet in the depths where shadows play,

A flicker of remorse may sway,

For even in the darkest night,

A spark of hope can still ignite.

Though evil's grip may hold him tight,

Redemption waits within the fight,

For brothers lost in shadows' fold,

May find in love, their hearts remold.