NEMESIS

She was young,
Paying a debt she knew nothing of.
Now she is grown,
Seeking revenge
For love, a thing she’s never known
Now she must avenge.
A sword for another.
Like a hunter, S
he will wait for the opportune time.
She vowed on their grave.
Her family's bed,
Where they now lay dead!
For years she's waited for this day,
She will make him pay.
Blood for blood she swore.
Her thirsts now even more.
Now that she knows him, She hates him.
So much she can’t breathe S
he sees him smirk like a fool.
And she burns inside.
Hungers to smell his blood.
Fresh in the morning cold.
She dreams of it.
Now she will live it.
Her dream has lived to fruition.
She has a mixture of emotions.
He took away her childhood,
Life and even womanhood;
He took way her entire being
Every reason to be a human being
Her innocence and dignity’ Her virginity!
But with that sword in hand,
Like a magic wand.
Will settle the scores.
She is brave.
At least for her parents she has,
For her childhood she has to,
Anger will lead her.
Hate will drive her.
Guilt will kill him.
She will look at his eyes.
And feel nothing.
He must pay for everything.
She will embark on her quest.
With Zeal and unrelenting .
She will smile when he winces in pain.
Try to beg but all in vain.
er mind will be set:
convinced, By the memories she wants forget.
He will die in shame.
Striped and manhood slain.
Hope it gave him pleasure.
Before bereft to the mercies of wild dogs.
After she’s finished.
The dead will spit at him.
Death despise him,
His children too , Will stay away.
Hide their faces in shame.
Shame too will be ashamed.
They will have nowhere to hide.
Since darkness too will walk away.
To usher in the light of day.
They will seek solace in silence.
But i know of its absence.
Not with the wagging of tongues.
People will talk of it all times.
It is then that she’d smile.
After a very longtime.
Her thirst quenched,
Her vengeance satisfied,
Her family justified;
Then with the same sword;
Slit her throat. she can't live with the guilt.
Her scars too painful.
Her living eventful.
God shall be the judge of her.
Her sins to deliver.

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