Revenge

A familiar sound disturbs the silence
Of the blackest night,
Screaming through the air on
A breath of a chilled wind.
A lonely woman’s cry for justice,
Justice demanded from beyond death.

What justice is sweeter –
Sweeter than the purest honey –
Than that exacted by
Those who have been wronged?
The down trodden, the victims –
Those very souls we’re meant to protect.

What law is more perfect –
More so than the visage of an angel –
Than those exercised by an advocate –
One who moves swiftly and sure with
An iron tight resolve to move
Mountains in a fight for the cause.


Only those who have practiced it –
The very art and science of
Revenge
Know the morals of this lesson for
A man who studies revenge
Keeps his own wounds clean.