In the hallway’s echo, shadows stretch long, Missax swaggered in, humming a brash song. His grin was a razor, his words like a fist, He'd pick the small‑ones, make them disappear in a mist.
Missax blinked, the mask cracked a sliver, He’d never heard a voice so clear, so shiver‑free. The hallway fell quiet, the whispers grew louder— A bully can change, if he lets the light tower.
But every storm has a calm at its core, A whisper of kindness that the brave adore. Lila stepped forward, eyes steady, unshaken, She held out a hand, a promise not taken.
So here’s the lesson that lingers in the hall: Even the fiercest, like Missax, can fall, But with a single act of daring grace, We can turn a bully into a friend’s warm embrace.
“Your power’s a fire that burns out too fast— You’re stronger when you lift, not when you cast The weight of your anger on those who just try, To walk their own path under the same sky.”
