THE REVENGE NIGHT

He woke up unusually angry
There was no good morning
It must have been a bad day
So as the cock was crowing
He couldn't count on the Lie
That he can extend the sleeping

She noticed the confusion
But chose to remain silent
For he always took on action
Even on jokes that are eminent
So how could she question his reaction?
Without any thoughtfully helping intend?

He left the house without a breakfast
A good bye that morning was unheard
But after undoing his outfit at first
He believed he was good to go ahead
On his casual whose option was always last
Whatever idea that he had in his head
She just assumed that it wouldn't last

He took home in his pocket that night
A new knife that was expensively bought
Purposely for a role that was never right
In his mind was the battles he had hardly fought
While her concern was what he exactly brought

What he found was a readily resounding  rebuke
The table neatly arranged prior to his arrival
The candles burning brightly on a colored book
'The birth of a King' Was The wordings on the wall
So it was his birthday but in his mind this couldn't cook!
The revenge night turned a mind sobriety call

As written by MirieDanie

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