Echoes Of The Soul

Her wrath - A fearsome creed.

9 - "When a woman takes revenge,
The devil sits back and takes notes"

In shadows deep, where darkness thrives,
A tale unfolds, where vengeance thrives.
When a woman's heart, consumed by ire,
Ignites a fire, fueled by desire.

Beware, dear souls, for in this verse,
A chilling tale, a woman's curse.
When wronged, she rises, fierce and bold,
A force untamed, her story unfolds.

With eyes of steel, she plots her way,
Through twisted paths, where demons play.
The devil himself, in shadows lurks,
As she embarks on her revenge, it smirks.

No longer bound by chains of despair,
She dons her armor, her soul laid bare.
A tempest brews within her core,
A storm unleashed, forevermore.

Her steps are silent, her presence unknown,
A phantom in the night, she's grown.
With every move, she strikes with grace,
A predator, she sets the chase.

The devil watches, his interest piqued,
As she unveils her strength, her power unleashed.
For in her eyes, a fire burns bright,
A beacon of hope, a warrior's might.

She weaves her web, a trap so sly,
Ensnaring those who made her cry.
With every snare, her vengeance grows,
A symphony of screams, her triumph shows.

No longer a victim, she takes control,
A queen of darkness, she claims her role.
The devil, impressed, takes note with glee,
For in her wrath, a lesson he sees.

A woman scorned, a force untamed,
Can shake the heavens, leave them maimed.
Her strength, a testament to behold,
A reminder to all, her story is told.

So let it be known, when wronged, take heed,
A woman's wrath, a fearsome creed.
For in her heart, a power resides,
That even the devil cannot deride.

— by seekereyes