Revenge ©

On shadowed path I wend my way
Through pools of flickering light
I stumble, wounded, bloodied, bent
In random aimless flight.

The bitter taste of battles lost
Lie acrid on my tongue.
With hesitant acceptance
I give to those who’ve won

Acknowledgement of victory
Let them enjoy today,
For it is purely pro tempore;
Tomorrow they will pay.

My scars will heal, my plans will shape,
My spirit will renew.
The unsuspecting enemy
Will get their worthy due.

When I am ready, when I’m right
When my plan’s complete
The pawn will fall, the rook will run,
The Bishop will retreat

Misguided faith, mistaken trust
First led me to my fall;
But marching drums of vengeance
Will make no sound at all.

Sanctum Sanctorum will be breached
I’ll catch them in their nest
I’ll taste the sweetest fruit of all
As I seal their final rest