In the silence where shadows lie,
Where echoes of sorrow softly sigh,
Stands Arnold, a man of resolute will,
Bound by a loss that time cannot still.
His heart, once a haven of joy and light,
Now aches with a grief that consumes the night,
For his brother in spirit, for his sister in blood,
He bears the weight of their fate's cruel flood.
Harry and Isabella, stars that burned bright,
Their lives a testament to love's fierce fight,
But the darkness that claimed them, so bitter and cold,
Has left Arnold's soul both wounded and bold.
He stands in the ruins of dreams long gone,
Where the ghosts of the past and present are drawn,
A world that took from him all he held dear,
Leaves him with vengeance, a fire to clear.
His eyes, once kind, now blaze with rage,
A silent storm, a tempest on the stage,
For the injustice that stole his beloved friends,
He vows to seek justice, to make amends.
In the corridors where their laughter once rang,
In the silence where their voices now hang,
Arnold's heart beats with a burning desire,
To avenge their loss, to fuel the fire.
He walks through the shadows, where hope is thin,
Determined to fight for the lives they could not win,
His path is one of darkness, of vengeance untold,
To confront the evil, to be brave and bold.
Marcus, the architect of their shattered dreams,
Will face the wrath of Arnold's silent screams,
For in the ashes of what once was bright,
Arnold finds strength to stand and fight.
Each step he takes, a step towards the past,
A journey to right wrongs, to make peace at last,
In the name of Harry, in the name of Isa's love,
He seeks to balance the scales, to rise above.
The world may see him as a man consumed,
By anger and loss, by a fate presumed,
But in his heart lies a steadfast resolve,
A promise to avenge, a vow to evolve.
For Arnold's love, though cloaked in rage,
Is a light that guides him through every stage,
In the darkest corners where vengeance dwells,
He carries their memory, where hope swells.
Their story lives in every step he takes,
In the battles he fights, in the stand he makes,
Arnold's journey is one of pain and fire,
To honor their lives, to fuel his desire.
In the end, when the dust of conflict clears,
When vengeance is sought and justice appears,
Arnold will remember the love that burned so bright,
A beacon of hope through the enduring night.
For in the heart of vengeance, love remains,
A testament to the bonds that endure through pains,
Arnold's path is one of fierce resolve,
A promise to their memories, a life to evolve.
In the silence where shadows lie,
Where echoes of sorrow softly sigh,
Arnold stands, a man of fate's cruel game,
With a heart full of love and a soul set aflame.
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Echoes of forbidden love
Mystère / ThrillerHarry always feel lonely..it seems something is missing.it maybe something from his past.arnold always consoled him but this is the not the only thing bothering to him.on the other hand there is isabella who is blood thirsty...This novel weaves a ri...
