Vengeance

She hid; her heart ready for the hunt.
While she waited alone silently,
her heart rate began to increase
as she felt the adrenaline rush in.

(she was prepared to seek revenge)

Images of the past flashed in her mind,
when Evil tied her up and stole
the last pieces of her innocence,
and how her screams still remain unheard.

(one word: revenge)

She wanted to kill him then and there
but she planned it strategically
and trained herself for the battle,
the battle of vengeance.

(strength helped her survive)

Her body shivered even though
it was humid and a hundred degrees.
Rage engulfed her so she dug her long
nails into her palms, and felt the blood.

(blood didn't scare her)

When she heard his thumping footsteps,
she appeared out of the shadows and
showed him her strongest of faces,
with her sharpest weapon in her chest.

(he had the same nasty smirk)

They both held their swords and shields
and circled each other slowly.
She could smell the fear in his sweat,
while fury spread in her body like cancer.

(her eyes didn't blink)

He underestimated his opponent,
and didn't expect how cunning she'd be.
She uncovered his weakest spot and
flaunted her curves to distract him.

(he was panting like a wild donkey)

Right when he thought she couldn't
resist his touch, he inched his face closer
to hers - and that is when her sword
deeply cut into his heavy stomach.

(his blood was as dark as his heart)

As she watched him perish in pain,
she smiled and savored that moment,
stabbing him again - again - and again
until his pathetic sobbing stopped.

It's true what they say, revenge tastes bittersweet.