In shadows deep, his deeds did shine,
Yet love's embrace, he could not find.
Destiny's script, a cruel design,
Still, hope whispers, a deed may unwind.

Through barren fields, his kindness sown,
In silent echoes, his virtues known.
Though love eludes, in paths unknown,
A final deed may claim its throne.

For fate's quill scribes with unseen ink,
A tale of redemption, on destiny's brink.
In the twilight's glow, a chance to link,
A heart untamed, to love's sweet brink.
© Aanya Seraphina