Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Within himself a deep tragedy,
Acknowledging all that was known.
Less than what was sacrificed.
Led to the destruction
Of everything he owned.
Powered by the rage
From his worthless enemies
Surfaced a new idea
To seek revenge.
On that cold night,
The moon illuminated
His immolation.
Author's Note: Yet another abstract poem, except it has to do with Peter. At first, I didn't realize I was writing about it until I finished it. I think it fits what happened a little bit.