Black coals burn against the dead of night
raw flames of fury
Smoldering embers brought to life once more
by the hate writhing deep inside
A presence before me stands,
the silouhette of the betrayer.
a flash of cold steel
the flames governing the movements
the presence falls on its knees
another flash
awaken
to reality
the real ever burdening nightmare
dark images, very good job on this poem, an all of your others. keep writing :)