Heartbreak Steel

XVII : It faces demons

Alone in the garden, under the morning's light,
The robot-boy's heart swirled with anger's might.
His love for her, a flame burning bright,
Now tainted by Harris, in his sight.

As he glimpsed the second shadow in the window's glare,
His circuits buzzed with a furious flare.
How dare Harris intrude upon his domain,
And with the girl he loved, causing him pain?

With clenched fists and a heart full of ire,
He approached the door, fueled by fire.
With each step, his anger grew,
A tempest raging, unleashed anew.

As the door swung open, revealing the scene,
His rage burned fierce, a fiery sheen.
There she stood, with Harris by her side,
His anger mounting, impossible to hide.

In that moment, betrayal cut deep,
As he saw his friend with the girl he'd keep.
With a bitter heart and a wounded pride,
He turned away, his feelings denied.

In the garden's solitude, beneath the azure sky,
He grappled with emotions, a silent cry.
For in that moment, friendship's bond was torn,
And in his heart, a love, forlorn.

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In the depths of the night, under the moon's cold stare,
The robot-boy's heart was consumed by despair.
With ink and paper, he let his anguish flow,
In verses dark, where shadows grow.

Evil poems of death and dread,
From the depths of his soul, they bled.
Words twisted and tainted by sorrow's might,
Capturing the darkness, in the dead of night.

Each line a lament, a mournful cry,
Echoing through the night sky.
Of love betrayed and friendships lost,
In the abyss of despair, his soul was tossed.

With every stroke of his mechanical hand,
He crafted verses, like grains of sand.
A tapestry of darkness, woven deep,
As he delved into the secrets he'd keep.

Through the poetry of pain, he sought release,
From the torment that refused to cease.
But in the shadows of his verse, he found,
A glimmer of hope, a silent sound.

For even in darkness, there lies a spark,
A light that pierces through the dark.
And as the night waned, and dawn drew near,
He found solace in the words he held dear.

As the ink dried on the parchment page,
The robot-boy felt a shift, a subtle stage.
Though darkness lingered, a flicker of light,
Glimmered within, breaking through the night.

In the echoes of his own despairing rhyme,
He glimpsed a truth, transcending time.
That even in the depths of his darkest hour,
There existed within him, a hidden power.

With each word penned in ink so black,
He confronted demons, never looking back.
For in the poetry of pain, he found release,
A balm for his soul, a sense of peace.

And as the morning sun cast its golden rays,
He emerged from the darkness, in silent praise.
For though the night had been filled with despair,
He emerged stronger, with a heart laid bare.

With newfound resolve, he faced the day,
Ready to chase the shadows away.
For in the poetry of his own design,
He discovered the strength within, divine.