REDEEMING VENGEANCE
In the hush of the evening dusks, I hear his heavy footsteps, creeping & crawling through the pile of husks while his eyes, strangely, peeping into the phantoms of the men, who lost their sanity once again. Intoxicated by their old memories, The phantoms of the men travel centuries, but their feet sink to the ground, The moment they hear that long-buried sound. His forehead wrinkles into exasperation; His soul burns with desperation, while their tears foster aggravation As he makes sure to grant them salvation. "The vicious cycle of vengeance Only ends by one forgiving"; But I see his eyes burn with avengeance, & There's nothing about him that's reliving. Hidden far from his sinful sight, There's little I can do tonight. But before I make any other inference about his cold indifference, I see his dark gaze soften- Perhaps, for a flash second- And it's not something that happens very often; For have you ever heard of life coming from the deadened ? The...