Cries for blood ring through my ears

Ashes coat faces dripping with tears

Names of the dead screamed aloud

Overhead rumbles a dark cloud

And the Heavens shower their pain.

Though the flames are now abated

Whispering questions of those that hated

Us so blindly float around.

I stare in shock at my old home

Do I settle elsewhere, or should I roam

About till the slayer is found?

Should I settle on revenge?

Should I grieve until my end?

Should I follow others into the storm?

Should I cower with mothers at every form

that passes our way?

No, I am not weak

I will not break

Until the murderer is found

I'll hunt him down

So that he may face what he has done

And his will hate me

And pursue me too

And the cycle will start again.