A darkened heart of one named Vengeance,
For it plagues him like a demonic pestilence,
And he seeks not for equilibrial balance,
For they are nothing but transience.
A shadowy soul with no remorse,
He marches on with his corrupted horse,
One may wonder what is the source,
Of such destructive feelings and force.
A sudden appearance of a stellar soul,
Had led him astray from his corrupted goal,
For a soul so warm as though a starlit stroll,
To pull him away from the abyssal hole.
"In amorem incideris....Coepi te amare"
But could one so corrupted be cleansed for eternity,
For Vengeance was on the brink of Insanity,
Would he vanquish the evil and gain serenity,
Or would it destroy his hopes and humanity?
Answer not, for Vengeance knows,
The future of which was froze,
For what lies before him destroyed his woes,
Such is the beauty of the Blue Rose.
-Firaga-
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