Revenge Poem by Bet Ward

IS THE SIGHT OF ME THE DREAM YOU DREAD,
I'M A ROUNDTRIP ILLUSION IN YOUR HEAD.
GLANCE OF MALICE, MISERY,
I'M YOUR NIGHTMARE,
CAN'T LET YOU BE.

I'LL BEND YOUR MIND,
I'LL SHAKE YOUR SOUL,
I'LL MAKE YOU PAY THE DEVILS TOLL.
REVENGE IS BREWING SORE DISDAIN,
AND IT WON'T STOP 'TILL YOU'RE INSANE.

I PICKED FOR YOU A WITHERED DAISY,
'CAUSE YOUR UNFOUNDED WORRIES DROVE ME CRAZY.
DECIETFUL LIGHTNING BOLTS LINE YOUR LIPS,
AND THE STORM THAT'S A COMING
IS GOING TO MAKE YOU TRIP.

I'LL BEND YOUR MIND,
I'LL SHAKE YOUR SOUL,
I'LL MAKE YOU PAY THE DEVILS TOLL.
REVENGE IS BREWING SORE DISDAIN,
AND IT WON'T STOP 'TILL YOU'RE INSANE.