Winds of revenge take me down
As I strive to pierce the sky
Guilt of my doings tears me apart
And I stifle the urge to cry.
The dark clouds form a hurricane
And I stand in its midst, agitated
And the Styx below me rages
And the tides are then levitated.
Maelstroms wash over the shore
And the Titanic hits the chunk of ice
Sinking deeper, I see more plights
Merpeople scuttering away like mice.
Am I such a sinister being?
Is this all because of me?
My misdeeds push me to grieve
For I have caused this frenzy.
This venture has lead
To my awaited end
With plunders and mistakes
I might have to bow and bend.
I might be damned
But I shall soon rise from the dead
I shall overcome my flaws
I shall lead and be the head.
Your judgements don’t harm me
Your punishments don’t hurt me
There are million more ventures to do
And several more sights to see.