A tale of Revenge

Photo prompt: twittering tales

Grief delved into his darkest essence,
and there it awoke evil, wicked with revenge
Those thieves had plundered his house,
desecrated his treasures
befouled and besmirched all he held precious
but worst of all, they’d taken his wife,
and with her, his life

He tracked them to that warehouse,
straddled by rage and armed with hate,
compulsed to destroy!
And as the light dawned upon his brutal carnage,
he stared and yelled into its mocking facade,
for all stayed dark within his heart,
and revenge left only tears and a void he could not fill