You seek redemption
I cannot give
Your crimes to numerous
The atrocities wide spread.
Payment must be received
Though no coin will be paid
Vengeance never is sweet
To those deserving its touch
You deny the possibility
Yet it will come for you
No shadow darkness thick
No hole deep enough
I wait until then
Redemption’s price revealed
Justice made real
“I know what you are thinking,” whispers through the air.
“No you don’t,” I say unsure.
“I know how you feel,” the silky voice breathes.
“You can’t!” I yell spinning around, peering into the murky mist.
“Can you live with your choice knowing the cost? The people you will hurt?”
My silence is greeted with a flash of light, a reflective surface, an image I know too well.
“Will you be able to look upon yourself with pride when others see you with disdain?”
I turn away from those eyes filled with anger, arrogance, and, to my disconcert shame.
“I have done no wrong!” I growl defiantly.
“I see your mind and it is deceiving,” the voice slithers in the inky blackness.
Tense silence fills the air.
“Who are you?” I whispered fearfully.
“I am the one who will condemn without reservation, who will haunt your waking dreams!” the voice booms. “I am judge, jury. Executioner!”
Wind whips around me, past sins screaming for absolution, beating at my already battered soul. Covering my ears I try to run, but it is no use for the voices follow, unrelenting.
“You can run, but you can never hide, for we will follow through the edges of time! Speak now and right the wrong or pay the price for a deed black as it is cold.”
“Never!” I scream. Fist clenched, feet apart, I stand my ground, the wind of past sins suddenly silent. Conviction strong, I raise my eyes and voice to the heavens. “If I must pay for returning that which was given freely, then so be it. My conscious is clear.”
“So be it. The choice is made, No turning back. What once was whole is now undone. What once was love now hate is strong. May the Gods have mercy, for the light within is now gone.”