Avenging her

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She lay there, shaking

Trembling with the wounds

Of the grotesque torture

The crime, of the most brutal kind,

Forced on her timid body.

He searched for his love

Who in a blink of hide and seek

Disappeared in the darkness of the greens

His heart pounding wildly, scared

Where did she go?

He ran, like the musk deer

Madly, in search of the essence

Of his lonely life.

Into the jungle of hidden vice

Looking through its darkest corners.

A muffled cry, rang in his ears

The weeps of a harrowed soul

When he approached the wail,

He witnessed his life's horror tale.

Her body, stripped off its shame and respect,

She was there, tattered, barely alive

His tear filled eyes,

Looking at her muffled, vandalized face.

A fire of fury and agony

Set ablaze his soul

He swore on her every wound,

They'd be hunted

They'd be tormented

Into begging for their own death

By his stone cold hands.

 He carried her home

Nursed and caressed her ugly wounds

She was ashamed to look into

His deep set, brown eyes

But he looked into hers, every moment

When he was at her side

With love, purest in its form

Blanketing her from every pain.

So every night, he'd set on his quest

Trailing behind those hell dwellers,

As the silent tiger eyeing its prey

He'd lurk behind the bushes,

With darkness as his companion

One moonless, silent night,

He finally set his diabolic trap.

The sinners went to delve

Into the intoxication of red wine

The bottles, kept outside

Contained their elixir of death

Unknown of their upcoming fate,

Those four sinners drank Satan.

He watched as they burned

Screaming, trembling

With the heat of the fire

Raging inside the bodies of those devils

Who in inexplicable agony

Stripped themselves

Off the shame and debauchery

Which they wore with arrogance.

And had made her life

The medal of their sickly pleasure

When he heard their last screams,

A dagger cold, was plunged

Into each, soul less heart

Then he stood there

With the tears of vengeance

Which could finally,

Soothe the wounds, heal the heart,

Of his angel, his moonlight

Of the days of his starless frights.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 08, 2017 ⏰

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