Bitter Taste

 

Bleak day dressed into black night

Wind crippling all trees in sight

Veil of rain drowning the world

Thunders drumming, brave and bold

 

Lightnigs chasing ghosts and shadows

Frost denying all tomorrows

Breading on my endless wrath

Acid hate boiling my heart

 

Die murderer! Die in Hell!

Die of fright and die in pain!

 

Caught and cuffed dragged through the street

Justice served – punishment to meet

Murderer’s throat choking pleads

Howling ghouls tickling his heels

 

Hangman shakes hands with Death

Transaction done – all went well.

Vengeance left an empty heart

What was lost I never find

– I never be his wife.

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