Revenge... Poem by The Mysterious M...

As you sit in the rain
You hate the deep pain.

Your father died.
What a malevolent bride.

They were at the altar.
Your father faltered.

It must have been the champagne.
Great, another wave of rain.

I had suspected what was coming.
At that point, my heart was drumming.

She tried to catch him as he fell.
I heard the ringing of the church bell.

What next? I thought.
She took the rings that he bought.

She ran away fast.
A wave of shock was cast.

You seemed to be a ghost.
I looked toward the coast.

Her silhouette was there,
Along with her bright hair.

She dove into the drink.
I didn’t know what to think.

That happy day turned sad.
I thought of your dead dad.

An ambulance took us to your home.
Now, you either sit or aimlessly roam.

I think of what that witch gained,
Of what you lost, and your pain.

“Until she’s behind bars, ” you vow,
“I’m going after her now!