My wrath goes beyond the high towers.
My vengeance sweet as salt,
addictive like the feel of heroin
moving through needy throbbing veins,
welcoming of a substance to free a troubled entity from its pain.

Silent pain be the cause of my eternal revenge.
The feel of my enemies against my aura troubles my soul.
'Set them on fire',
the voice inside my head says.
I guess the heroine in me is indeed a hero,
for an idea like that can never be from mortality.
an idea like that indeed sets my motives ablaze.

Gladly I turn away.
Silently I make way.
Silently, I make peace.
Swiftly, I get my revenge.
Ablaze, my aura burns my foes!
© Poetic 'fika