Souls vent their rage,
for what to them has been cost,
anger is the shadows,
for two lives that were lost.

The avenger’s hatred demands
that the evil doers take heed.
With the death of a friend they will know,
that revenge will be sweeter than the deed.

Stalking them silently,
he shall make them pay.
Venting his anger hatefully,
he won’t even give them the time to pray.

When the night comes,
he will become the night.
Watching quietly,
preparing to fight.

Tortured soul,
his shattered scream,
he never can awaken,
from this horrific dream.

Calling her name
so the pain will end,
dealing out justice,
the rules he had to bend.

Whispering softly
to Heaven to be sent,
back to the arms of his true love,
is where he was went.