vengeance is blind

there she was, once more
blessing me with her being

her short black hair
never looking "fixed" nor "prettied up"
her pale skin, pail lips
never once with once drop of makeup
her natural look
her natural beauty
always sends me to shivers
body and heart quaking

and her eyes
her eyes
a deep red, a blood red
filled with passion, lust

I bow before her as she steps forward
"get up" she whispers with a smirk

each step she takes
leaves a dark feathered trail
and a bloodied print
in the shape of her naked foot
never her blood,
though,
always that of the guilty

I stand up, face to face with serenity
she stares, smiling
each second she stares is another second I fall in love
I gaze back until my love is too much
I look away, clutching my chest firmly
My love for her burns with such a destructive force

"good" she says, her lips never moving
her smile fades away
her expression serious
"use that passion," she breathes into my thoughts,
"to finish it."

I nod slowly and reach
my fingers grip the crudely crafted blade
that has appeared in the grass
"I will always be with you"
she states, solemnly
and as I raise up to stand
she was gone

but not forever
as she stays within my heart
I feel her with me
even as I step into the unknown house
I feel her presence kiss my soul
even as I start to cut them
I do not remember who, why
All I know is what I feel

The love within
as hot as the boiling blood soaking me
I love her
I will always love her

And with that, I stop seeing
my sight is gone
but I don't need it to see my act of violence
my salvation
for as the saying, "love is blind"
so the saying goes for Vengeance