I turned off the light, and went to bed
Tired and drowsy, so fast I slept
I went back in time and space
To another world, of missing grace
Across the street, a child was lost
Crying and weeping the memories of ghosts
Souvenirs, of a forgotten family
Shattered by fear, as they all died
I saw in his eyes, the burning of a raging flame
Raised by the unknown, with no past nor name
The time has come, for him to decide
To live in fear, or to stand on Odin’s side
Bended on his knees, he took a knife
Ask the gods mercy to take his life
In return of pure revenge, and death
He felt down, as he takes his last breath
A breeze of wind, so cold and dead
Piercing his corpse, penetrating his head
He became an undead, soldier of the sacred hate
He soon got prepared to meet his wounded fate
Riding the wind, to reach his unwary foes
He screamed into the skies, clouds, and crows
To witness the end of his childhood’s pain
As heaven cried tears of blood and rain
Some tried to stand, some tried to fight
Others ran into the darkness of the night
So on, he killed them all, one by one
Forth to rest in peace, he shall leave none
Alone, he stands, with his bloody sword up high
Shouting at the moon, telling it goodbye
The elders awaits forth his job is done
He kissed the moon, he kissed the sun
He rode the stars to reach the skies
To die in peace, in the dusk of their cries
To continue his journey on the other side
To rejoin his family that once has died
Elie Abou Chaaya
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vengeance-3/
