In the silence of the night, whispers of wrath unfold,
A heart once pure, now tarnished by a tale untold.
Eyes that once saw kindness, now burn with fiery gleam,
Seeking justice, in the realm of a vengeful dream.

The path of retribution, dark and winding it may be,
Guided by the shadows, of what once was, now set free.
Echoes of betrayal, in the corridors of time,
Each step taken, a rhythm, in the vengeful rhyme.

Yet within the heart, a battle fierce does rage,
Between the thirst for justice, and the wisdom of a sage.
Forgiveness stands a beacon, in the tempest’s heart,
A choice to mend the pieces, not tear them apart.

So in the darkest hour, a decision must be made,
To let go of the vengeance, and let the anger fade.
For in the act of mercy, a new dawn may arise,
Where peace can bloom, beneath forgiving skies.