Revenge (Judgment) Poem by Leslie Alexis

The devil's joy, smiles and cries
Anti each other, even as I become
Anti-love. Devilish smirks fill my
Inside, as joy springs seeing their
death - By my hands. These so called
Saints, with their anti-virtue, nothing
Of them is true, and I see their
Blood on my hand. The smell of blood
In the air. A scent I once could not
Bear. But now- But now, it ignites
Within me crimson flames that match
My heart. And I feed, as it gives
Me strength. The strength to hate
with no fear of consequence. My
New friend has given me power
Power, to execute justice on they.
I am the last judge. My judgment
is swift and merciless, and all
that deny me would pay.

Copyright 2008 © Leslie Alexis