Revenge
- a Therapy
I
embarked on a journey to the tallest mount;
There was a will to
conquer the heights and to be crowned.
My Head held high and
eyes staring the peak;
And I made my truce
with drudgery and pique.
I had been there
before, as a titan I had been there before;
It enslaved me, the
mount, with offers it made me implore.
A faded image of my
past it was, mocking me that mount;
Deceived by flattery, the titan now a slave that surmount.
A whip of insults flaying
my skin;
Left battered by
wounds, of an unforgettable sin.
Uprooted me from
consciousness, plunged me into oblivion;
That sly gaze, then a
frown, sarcasm it did blazon.
And now it stands
here again, mighty; puffed with pride;
But I tread the path
not in greed of fame or to chide.
Driven by self,
driven by surge, Impelling towards the peak;
A Knife’s edge it is
they said, and chances are bleak.
I chose to bleed
nevertheless;
So, let it end this
way, I shall not fade to nothingness.
And then those
blistered feet stepped on its chest with fierce;
I carried the
pennant, and its heart I did pierce.
Now it’s done, some
called it revenge;
But it wasn't just
mine to avenge.
For me it was a duty,
a duty towards my sanity;
Men, they called it
Vengeance, for Titans it was therapy.
