Shadows of the Unforgiven

I walked in silence where the night devours,

Where broken dreams collect like rain in hollow towers.

They laughed at me, behind masks of gold,

Believing hearts like mine were bought and sold.

I waited. Oh, I waited, for the world to bend,

For justice to arrive, for a wound to mend.

But patience is a blade that dulls in the hand,

And hope is a ghost that slips through the sand.

So I learned to speak in whispers sharp as knives,

To write my revenge in the ink of lives.

Every betrayal etched into the marrow of my bones,

Every insult a stone I claimed as my own.

The shadows remember, they stretch and they creep,

They follow the secrets you bury too deep.

I call to them softly, my allies unseen,

And they answer in echoes where you’ve never been.

Tonight, the air is thick with their cries,

A symphony of justice, of silent goodbyes.

The world will feel the weight of every deceit,

Every smug smile, every retreat.

And when you look behind, thinking it’s still just night,

Know that I’ve taken what was yours by right.

No mercy, no pleading, no tears left to borrow,

For the shadows of the unforgiven never wait for tomorrow.