The crow stares with a watchful eye.

Sitting upon the dry branches up high.

his shrill cries echos in the misty night.

Small field mice scurry away in fright.

Silence fills the night.

shadows casting on the ground.

In the distance the howl of a hound.

Tombstones crumbling in the ground.

Only darkness and dread around.

She sits and sobs with great despair.

Her sorrow fills the air.

Lost in life and death as will.

Sadness, Vengefulness, and fear show in her menacing stare.

She waits for the timing to be right.

She waits to strike.

Her murderer still walks in life.

She longs to watch him gasp for breath.

She longs to watch his slow painful death.

He lives on borrowed time.

She will hunt him, he is now her prey.

He walks by softly with a sarcastic smirk.

He has no idea that she lurks.

Her cold hand touches his face.

He stops a moment but picks up his pace.

Heart beating so fast.

He stops and lets out a horrified gasp.

He whispers this cant be.

she hovers whispering back remember me?

He backs away not sure he can believe his eyes.

she states tonight's the night he dies.

Silently she watches him thrash around on the ground.

He looks at her eyes wide with fear.

Blood leaks from his eyes, nose, and ears.

He cries out but no ones near to hear.

His body pinned to the ground she circles him and smiles down.

Vengeance has been found.

Peace comes for those who wait.

What we do in life seals our fate.

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