In the silent echoes of a broken vow,
Where shadows dance beneath the moon’s cold light,
A heart once pure now carries the heavy plow,
Sowing seeds of revenge in the endless night.

In the garden where betrayal’s tears were shed,
Each bloom a memory of whispered lies,
The soil rich with promises left unsaid,
Feeding the fire that never truly dies.

As the clock ticks with a vengeful grace,
The winds of time whisper tales of the past,
Eyes burn with the desire to erase,
The scars that life has cruelly cast.

Yet in the quest for justice so dire,
A soul must tread the fine line of fate,
For in the flames of vengeful fire,
One finds not freedom, but a heavier weight.