Amidst the depths of sorrow,
I once,
Did dwell,
Sylvia's name,
A whispered,
Mournful spell!
But now I rise,
--A spirit,
Unconfined,
For I've returned,
With purpose,
In my mind,
A man,
The author,
Of my cruel demise,
Took my life,
Extinguished,
Hopeful skies.
But in the realm beyond,
I found,
My strength,
To avenge my death,
I'll go,
To any length.
I'll haunt,
His conscience, like
-- A ghostly breath!
An unrelenting force,
The sting,
Of death,
I'll be a hunger,
In his soul,
Like air,
Consume his guilt,
His torment,
His despair.
I am,
The echo, of
A silenced cry,
In vengeance,
I am bound,
And never die!
Like air,
I'll be relentless,
Everywhere,
Sylvia's spirit,
A force,
Beyond compare!
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Excellent poetry! " I am, The echo, of A silenced cry, " beyond words