A destroyer of Nations
A fuel for hate
A sweet sultering darkness that swoons over all thoughts into a mystifying divine right.
Pure intimidation and lust at once
Drunk over the word loss and chance
Staunch over a decieving thrust to jump the bridge into a searing chance of bliss and victory, only to land head first into a landmine of regret and loss of time
It’s another realm , not a dream , not a nightmare, it’s an illusion- a smog intoxicating the heart
Smoldering in pain from scathed open wounds, only to heal them with red hot stones, and to leave a defying scar, a trophy of loss, defeat, and revenge. Has harmony been achieved?
There is no victory in revenge
the memory of faltering to the ground is still Stark and glowing amidst the dark
A mystifying divine right,
but there is no victory in revenge
If justice was the sun that brings light at day
Then revenge would be a a black hole that consumes all.
There is no victory in revenge.