In shadows deep where grudges lie,There stirs a force, unseen by eye.The heart, once wronged, beats with intent,To seek the justice, never lent.

A whisper echoes through the night,A vow to set the balance right.The mind, a storm of quiet rage,Turns time and fate into its stage.

With patience sharp as a dagger’s edge,The soul walks on a solemn pledge.Each step, a note in the silent song,Of righting every bitter wrong.

Yet in the quest to claim what’s due,The heart must learn a lesson true:For vengeance, though it seems so sweet,Can never make the soul complete.