ROTTEN ROOTS.

In shadows deep, where secrets lie,
The Rotten Roots beneath the sky.
A tale untold, a darkness sown,
In soil where despair is grown.

Beneath the surface, twisted and old,
A story of decay, silently told.
Whispers of the past, a haunting sound,
Echo through the roots, deep underground.

A garden once vibrant, now lost in time,
The Rotten Roots, a solemn rhyme.
Each tendril weaves a bitter tale,
Of dreams that withered, hopes that frail.

Decay creeps in, unseen, unheard,
The Rotten Roots, a graveyard stirred.
Through the earth’s veins, a venom seeps,
A legacy of sorrow, where silence weeps.

Yet, in the midst of this darkened gloom,
Sprouts resilience, a bud in bloom.
From the decay, a lesson learned,
The Rotten Roots, a bridge once burned.

For in the soil, life finds a way,
To rise above the shadows’ sway.
A chance for renewal, a brand new start,
The Rotten Roots, a beating heart.

In the garden of time, where stories grow,
The Rotten Roots, a paradox to show.
From decay springs life, a paradox true,
A testament to strength, rebirth anew.