Day Fifteen.
Vendetta is a word wrapped in silk
It encoils its bearer with the sweetest feeling
It slides from the tongue in an ever-pleasing hiss
The self sufficient lover of the tortured
The ever hungry beast from the heart
That dwells in the darkest of places
Just dying to get out
Vendetta is a feeling burning in your eyes
Seething with hatred and a promise yet surmised
It whispers tender evils into the innocent ear
And corrupts the benevolence within your heart
Here it is the power to take back what was rightfully yours
To steal away what was stolen from
Dignity, honor, and your name
Vendetta is a promise from the bottom of the soul
To never sleep nor eat until this debt is repaid
Until the tables have yet again been turned
In the favor of the wind
The seductive banter of a word never really said
We know it in our hearts but there it remains
A smoldering word etched into your brain