Revenge is a debt with no true balance,

A promise made in fleeting spite,
To settle scores through harsh silence,
And steal the dark away from light.

It begins with a righteous blaze,
A fire that burns with vengeful might,
But as it grows, its fiery haze
Turns even the day into night.

In the hollow of its bitter quest,
Where justice is both blind and loud,
It robs the soul of tranquil rest,
And shrouds the heart in heavy shroud.

For every act of retribution,
Every bitter plan conceived,
Wounds the spirit’s constitution,
And leaves a trail of dreams bereaved.

To seek revenge is to forsake
The peace that comes from letting go,
And in its wake, you’ll only take
A hollow heart and endless woe.