The story of revenge.
It was a night so dark and grim during an ungodly hour.
I could hear from a distance the bell from the clock tower.
If I only knew it meant my time was ending.
There was no turning back, there was no pretending.
He stood before me as silent as the night.
His eyes brightened a vengence that gave me a fright.
He gave a slithering, serpants', smile as if he could see my hands still stained.
I no longer saw the boy crying for his family; instead, I saw a man broken and
The energy between us had deepened a strife.
I knew he wasn't here to be friends, he was here for my life.
I was no longer able to escape death's claws.
I stared at the outcome of the pain I've caused.
By God the moon shall be my witness of my death.
As I take one, final, whispering breath.