Spell Called Revenge
Born of the moon, in the waters of night,
Cloudless sky revealing the moon so bright,
A child conceived took the gods by surprise,
For what destiny in those amethyst eyes lies?
Fair was his moon-kissed skin, warm was his touch,
That melted the man's heart which ached so much.
He was called many names, endured much pain,
It was enough to make one so young turn insane,
But strangely the boy, fragile as he seemed,
Averted ears from those remarks they deemed.
Charisma clung close when he spoke of reason,
Making heads turn in full attention to listen.
Thirteen years passed before tragedy struck,
His heart is shattered, battered enough to chuck.
Rage, wrath, anger, sin,
Filtered the young mind and let cold come in.
Blaming himself for a ruthless death that night,
He swore to conceal his fear and fight.
Now clad in chains of burden and revenge,
The weight of failure preventing him to avenge.
He didn't have time nor reason to weep,
For he had much better and worthy things to seek.
Nursing the childhood bruises he called love,
And escaping a forgotten infancy to the world above.
A forlorn angel living his life in Hell,
Under a bloody and viciously unbreakable spell…
…Called revenge.
