Revenge

Pass me by, O triumphant wolf!
grin for short-lived happiness,
frolic in my misery while it lasts,
I grit my teeth in patience.

I have fallen from ultimate grace,
to a form so pitiable as this I now don,
but I will survive to breed in numbers,
my beautiful, dark, vengeful children.

A taste of blood they are bred on,
their sole diet the relish of pain,
with broadsword and lance they advance,
to trample your unholy grave.

Confident in your predatory,
you will not watch us mice go by,
in silence we will steal your soul,
and gnaw ever so deftly at your eyes.

I will not rest until I see you dead,
until your pain is as warm as the sun,
until your eyes look up at me in agony,
wishing you were the rotting carcass nearby.

Kill me now, when you have the chance,
for I will not spare you later.
I know only revenge, and you will know it, too.