The Vengeance of Lust
She masqueraded, and we let her in
armed and dangerous, but we were too blind to see.
Her presence brought bursts of short-lived peace,
and her silence felt like the loudest screams.
She stared at us, hoping we’d feel what she felt
She was grieving, and we could tell
Tears rolled down her cheek
as she started to speak
It was a vendetta
“This is for love” were her only words,
then for dead she left us.