Shadows of the Heart

In corridors where shadows tread,
Whispered words, like venom, spread.
A web of thoughts, both dark and cold,
A tale of minds where envy holds.

The smiles they wear, a practiced art,
Concealing cracks within the heart.
They twist the truth, distort the kind,
Prisoners of their own bad mind.

Like thorns that pierce the blooming rose,
Their spiteful nature never slows.
Yet in their quest to bring despair,
They only weave their own nightmare.

But light prevails, as truth does shine,
A force untouched by their design.
For hearts of gold, though tested, stay,
Unyielding in the storm's display.

So pity those whose thoughts decay,
Who trade their peace for shadows gray.
For kindness thrives where love resides,
And darkness falls when light abides.