He comes
In sinister shadows
Behind the rangy trees
Of the desolate vicinity
At night..
When the crickets's song hassles the silent darkness
And the wolves howl from the distant mountains.
He draps himself in a hood of black
In silent footsteps along the grey pavements,
His face perpetually masked,
His muscular hands
Carrying a blood soaking knife..
Blood of his beloved...
Who gifted him the pain of betrayal.
He lets out a guffaw
Into the cold night wind
Eyes blazing with fire of ire..
Accomplishing his revenge of her betrayal..
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