In shadows deep, where sorrow weaves,
A silent vow, revenge conceives.
The heart once pure, now dark and cold,
A tale of vengeance, fierce and bold.

Beneath the moon’s pale, ghostly light,
The whispers rise, in dead of night.
A promise kept, a secret known,
The seeds of wrath, so darkly sown.

Through sleepless nights and endless days,
The mind replays, the cruelest ways.
To right the wrongs, to mend the soul,
In vengeance, seek a shattered whole.

And when the dawn of justice breaks,
The heart, though scarred, no longer aches.
For in the end, the restless mind,
Finds peace in shadows left behind.