Mar 12, 2025
Nemesis Rising
She walks where shadows never fade,
where echoes scream but die unsaid.
A thousand eyes, unblinking, cold,
have seen the lies, the graves, the gold.
Through burning streets and hollow prayers,
she counts the sins, she strips them bare.
No mercy waits where justice calls,
no voice will rise when silence falls.
The sun may bleed into the East,
but darkness thrives, it will not cease.
For all of us, the night will reign,
our debts repaid in blood and pain.
She does not rest, she does not weep,
no sinner runs, no soul can sleep.
A whispered name, a fleeting breath—
and in her wake, there follows death.