Scorching heat,
Under the flames
Of the morning star
Parched lips,
Nothing to cool my tongue
Not even a drop of ale
Scarlet bursting
From my veins -
Blood-covered body
Crawling away
From this desert sand
I barely couldn't rise
I wailed and wept
But none was here to hear -
On this desolated sand
You stuck a dagger
In my heart
And left me dying -
On this desecrated land
You better know
The price to pay,
You better know
The depth of your debt
'Cause I shall rise from here
Though I don't know when -
I would not seek for justice;
I would seek for your death.
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A/N:
I'm a V for Vendetta fanatic. Watch the movie and see what this poem means. ❤️