In shadows deep, where whispers dwell,
A heart once warm, now cold as hell,
With eyes that burn and soul that seethes,
Revenge, a storm, within it breathes.

The night is dark, the moon concealed,
The wounds of past, they never healed,
Each step is marked by silent rage,
As vengeance writes its final page.

The echoes of a broken trust,
Turn love to ash, and dreams to dust,
In hidden corners of the mind,
The thirst for payback, one will find.

So tread the path where darkness lies,
With vengeance cast in cold disguise,
For in this game of shadowed dance,
Revenge may be, the final chance.