Loves revenge

A Poem by Ghiasquared

His metallic stare pierces all who block the path,
Seething pain froths upon his soul,
Tonight he seeks the thief of hearts,
Blood will flow like her tears of sorrow,

The wicked one sneaks upon the shadows,
He smells the death that awaits,
And stinks of fear with no remorse,
He lives in a world of one,

The hunter cares not the repercussions,
He seeks to avenge her honor,
Bloody death is the game tonight,
A morbid grin awakens his face,

A whispered wind stirs the liquid night,
The scent of sweat and fear nearby,
Terrored eyes reflect the candlelight,
Hunter faces the rotten husk,

Pleading brings mirth upon deaths lips,
As the sword of the street is drawn,
Now his tears of her pain flow forth,
With shaking rage and triggers pulled,

Shrapnel of revenge fills the air,
With terrored screams unheard,
The thunder of death is all that echos,
As peace of soul reigns once again,

The hunter now home with her awaiting,
His eyes colored with sorrow and death,
Her embrace comforts as he releases his pain,
Their love enduring through shadowed vengeance.