REVENGE

Wiseman foretells a saga in the moonlight,

Under the gaze of curious stars above,

Under the stare of the skies so bright,

Where the night breeze drop for an eavesdrop shot,

To capture a tale that might stir the night,

Disrupting the quiet slumber of the Dark queen within her throne,

He sends tale of the land of spiteful vengeance,

Of place where endless falls,

In secrecy beyond mortal sight,

Fast rode the knight in the daunting day,

With men at arms close at his heel,

Charging with all might,

On his ferocious black stallion as his mount,

Lethal sword raised off its hilt,

Hungry for blood and flesh,

His amber eyes shot a fiery blaze,

A rage that had long been concealed in his core,

Waiting a moment to burst out from its cage,

A lust of vengeance had finally unleashed,

Burning within every fiber of his silvery armors,

Boiling in every specter of his essence,

The cup of revenge waited to satiate its thirst,

It was many years back when he was just a boy,

When constant dreams and joys visited his abode,

Lived happily with a humble family

Within a serene village nearby,

A territory under the Great Lord estate,

It was the days of peace and love,

A life in the absence of terror and hate,

A life so perfect

The folk songs saluted his ears,

As villagers merrily gathered in the feast,

For generous harvesting blessings of the Divine,

His fine-looking father led his lovely mother into a dance,

Her golden hair swayed delicately by the wind,

Her green eyes shone bright like emerald,

Glistening with pure affection and love,

Her voice was all sweet and gentle,

She was an angel ascended from paradise,

Together they sang in delight,

As their loving kisses merged in one,

And lifted him into their arms,

Out of the dark, came terrifying hooves beat,

The thundering clatter pierced through the night,

As savage cries broke the festivity,

Ricocheting throughout the dark valley,

Men clad in black bearing armors and steel blades,

Eyes so red like a pit of hell fire,

The smell of dead wafted off the atmosphere,

As each blade claimed souls of innocence,

As red blood flooded the skies,

Turning the garish night into lament and woes,

He was just a boy then,

Not yet corrupted by hate and violence,

Not yet able to defend his stand,

As his father shoved him under shrubs,

He watched the horror with naked eyes,

As the blade slashed and sliced,

Of women and men on their flee,

Of children and elders,

Of the golden fair hair now soaked in blood,

Of her serene face now contorted and deformed,

Of his beautiful figure cut off into pieces,

Gone all his innocence,

Snatched fiercely without mercy,

As the hell-bound massacre,

Carved deep within his soul,

Tears streamed down his enraged face,

As he lamented the deaths in anger,

And swore an oath of vengeance,

Hatred,

Vengeance,

Had opened the gate of hell,

Unleashed evil on the loose,

Burnt the heart and soul,

That was heavy with unspeakable woes,

Fast rode the knight in the daunting day,

His steel blade rang clear and loud,

With courage in heart but revenge in mind,

Along with his men at arms,

They roared down the mountainside,

With wrath and fury they cried in unison,

A tidal wave of rage wiped out the foes,

As he merged with evil in his seek of revenge,

Formidable and fearless in fight,

As he swing his sharp-witted sword back and forth,

That it cut cleanly through scores of bodies,

As fast as a lightning strike,

As the dark replaced the day,

He kept the slay at bay,

Merging with evil beyond retreat,

His beast had taken control of his virtues,

No mercy for all the foes,

Hunting them down like animals,

As the moon cried in blood,

Covering the grey skies with reddish hues,

And the stars turned their hearts into a lament,

Witnessing a history repeated itself,

And over the soul of the lost knight,

A restrained sob heard midair,

For a knight to look for its source,

His amber eyes turned bloody red,

Lust of vengeance replaced its former color,

He marched his way into the grasses,

To find the voice of the intruder,

With sword ready to strike,

A shrill cry broke the disorder,

As his raging eyes met the horrified eyes,

Glistening with tears in her silence,

Fears and dread masked her ashen white face,

As the sharp edge of the blade brushed off her neck,

She trembled and washed off in a sheer ache,

He dropped off his blade in disgust,

As his heart betrayed his hands,

His red eyes dropped into a soft lament,

A choking breath of long lost woes,

No sweet revenge,

No vengeance satiated,

As it consumed his heart and soul,

As he looked at the little girl,

He found nothing but agony,

In his pursue of revenge