MY VENDETTA
MY VENDETTA
The moon shines bright
and the stars are alight
A lost bird flies in the sky
in this death hour of night
I walk a lonely path
lined by long trees in the dark
A wolf howls in the dark
and it gives my heart a start
For my vendetta I have walked miles and miles
but all I see is trees planted in files
And all I hear is the cry of creature
that's all around in this dreadful nature
But ahoy! What is this new play now?
The bright light from the above-how?
I stop in amazement
And stare at the beautiful fluorescence
Gradually the conflagration took a form
I felt my body going warm
And then it spoke...
"Son, your vendetta is a sick joke!
You oppose me
you deny me
But I just ask you this:-
Is it even worth abyss?
That you spend so much time
convincing everyone of my victimless crime
Things you don't even know about...
yet you say my existence is a doubt"
I could say no more
I could feel no more
Him I have opposed all my life
here conversing with me about my strife
And I indeed felt
his words breaking my belief to melt
that my vendetta is a sick joke
and I should follow it no more.
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