Revenge Paradox. Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

A rope held tight, a horse stood still.
The Devil passed, a silent thrill.
He cut the rope, no word, no sound.
The horse then strayed to farmer's ground.

It ate the corn, a leafy feast.
The farmer saw, his anger increased.
With rifle aimed, a shot rang out.
The horse lay dead, a mournful shout.

The owner saw, his heart aflame.
He took his gun, called out the farmer's name.
A shot returned, a life now gone.
Revenge took hold, till morning's dawn.

The farmer's wife, with eyes of dread,
Saw her dear husband, lying dead.
She swung her axe, a mighty blow,
The horse's owner, to the earth below.

The son then wept, his spirit seared,
His father's killer, now he feared.
He found the wife, with rage and might,
And ended her, in fading light.

The neighbors saw this dreadful scene,
Of blood and death, so sharp and keen.
They found the son, his house they burned,
A fiery lesson, dearly learned.

They asked the Devil, 'Why this plight? '
He smiled so softly, with eyes so bright.
'I only freed a tethered friend.
The rest you did, until the end."