The Shadow’s Dance

In the quiet of night, a shadow stirs,

A heart once wronged, its vengeance occurs.

The seed of pain, planted deep,

Grows into thorns that never sleep.

Eyes burn bright with a fiery gleam,

A haunting echo, a shattered dream.

The soul, once pure, now cloaked in rage,

A tale of justice turns a darker page.

Revenge, a blade with a double edge,

Cuts through the heart, a solemn pledge.

Yet as it strikes, it leaves behind,

A hollow echo, a fractured mind.

For in the end, the shadow fades,

The thirst for vengeance, a fleeting charade.

The soul seeks peace, a gentle release,

To mend the wounds and find its ease.