Challenge Participant Vengeance

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Challenge Participant Vengeance

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[A narrative Lai (Lay) poem.]

The master lay weak
And struggling to speak.
Dying.
The outlook was bleak.
The apprentice meek,
Crying.
He patted her cheek.
"Rest is what I seek."
Lying.

The apprentice knew.
Nothing she could do,
Except,
Wait until he drew
his last breath. On cue,
Windswept,
Away his soul flew,
Into sky of blue.
Well-kept

In her heart, always.
She lifted her gaze,
Aching.
In her painful daze,
She worked hard to raise,
Making,
A pyre and a blaze.
She watched the dark haze,
Quaking.

Fueled by the rage
That burst from it's cage
Of bone.
She sought to assuage
Her pain. A rampage
Had flown
To find, to engage,
Those that stole her sage.
Atone.

For this, they would pay.
They would rue the day,
Regret,
Taking him away.
They became her prey,
Beset,
By her rage were they.
Killers, she would slay
A debt

Repaid. A war won.
Her fighting was done.
Her fire
Extinguished. The sun
Rose and she begun
To tire.
Tears left, she had none,
For her lost loved one,
Her sire.
 
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