In shadows deep where anger brews,
A heart once warm now cold and true,
Revenge, a path that none should choose,
Yet whispers call, “It’s time, pursue.”
The moonlight glints on sharpened steel,
A promise made, a vow revealed,
For every wound, a wound to heal,
In silent night, the fate is sealed.
But vengeance casts a heavy chain,
And in its grip, the soul is strained,
Each strike, each blow, inflicts more pain,
Till nothing but regret remains.
Forgiveness, though, a distant shore,
A peace that wars canât restore,
Seek not revenge, but love implore,
For only love can heal the core.