In innocence's bloom, a cousin stood,
His laughter echoed through the childhood wood.
But time's cruel hand did swiftly turn,
A tale of innocence lost, hard to discern.
At seven, a heart so pure and bright,
With eyes that sparkled in the soft twilight.
Yet shadows cast by a darker kin,
Twisted his tale, as darkness crept in.
A bratty cousin, once carefree and light,
Entwined with shadows, losing the fight.
Innocence shattered, like glass on the floor,
A friendship forged with a brother's dark lore.
Black hair tousled, eyes once filled with glee,
Now mirrors the storm that his soul can't flee.
A turbulent bond, a toxic embrace,
Innocence lost, leaving no trace.
Aggression bred in the heart of the kin,
A twisted dance where shadows begin.
In the company of a brother unkind,
A gentle spirit turned to shadows confined.
The playground echoed with taunts and jeers,
A transformation fueled by unspoken fears.
The bratty cousin, a victim entwined,
In a narrative where shadows bind.
The echoes of innocence, now a distant hum,
In the company of shadows, a dark outcome.
Yet within this tale of twisted fate,
A plea for redemption, before it's too late.
Oh, bratty cousin, once pure and small,
Lost in the tempest, beginning to fall.
Black eyes reflecting a world turned gray,
In search of a sunrise, a brighter day.
Yet hope persists in the poet's quill,
A verse of redemption, a gentle skill.
To untangle the threads that shadows wove,
And guide the lost back to the haven of love.
In the chapters of life, the story unfolds,
A tale of innocence, as time molds.
Through verses spun with empathy's thread,
A chance for healing, a path to tread.
May the bratty cousin, with black eyes deep,
Awaken from shadows, from shadows to reap.
A journey of rediscovery, a path to grace,
In the arms of love, a warm embrace.