“Revenge of the Outcast” (a poem)

In a world where darkness reigns supreme,
Where outcasts dwell, unseen, unheard,
A tale of revenge, a daring dream,
Unfolds in verses, untamed, uncurled.

Once an outcast, shunned by the crowd,
A soul forgotten, left to decay,
But within his heart, a fire avowed,
To rise above, to make them pay.

With every step, he embraced the night,
A cloak of shadows, his armour true,
His eyes ablaze, burning with spite,
He vowed to seek vengeance, to pursue.

Through treacherous forests, he did tread,
Where whispers of danger echoed loud,
His heart pounding, filled with dread,
Yet fuelled by a purpose, strong and proud.

He ventured into the dragon’s lair,
Where flames danced, fierce and wild,
With sword in hand, he faced despair,
Defying fate, like an innocent child.

The dragon roared, its fury unleashed,
But the outcast fought with all his might,
His blade clashed against scales, unceased,
A battle of darkness, a clash of light.

With a final strike, the dragon fell,
Its reign of terror, forever ceased,
The outcast stood tall, triumphant, compelled,
His victory, a testament to the beast.

But revenge was not yet fully claimed,
For the outcast had a score to settle,
He journeyed on, his heart untamed,
To face the ones who caused his mettle.

Through stormy seas, he sailed with might,
To the kingdom where his tormentors dwelled,
His eyes gleamed with a vengeful light,
As the waves crashed, his fury swelled.

He stormed the castle, walls crumbling down,
His presence, a tempest, fierce and grand,
His enemies trembled, their faces a frown,
As he took their fate into his own hand.

With each strike, he reclaimed his pride,
His tormentors fell, one by one,
Their cries for mercy, swiftly denied,
As the outcast’s revenge was finally done.

In the aftermath, he stood alone,
A victor, yet still an outcast, true,
But in his heart, a newfound tone,
A sense of purpose, a life anew.

For revenge had shaped him, made him strong,
And though he remained an outcast, scorned,
He had proven them all, proved them wrong,
That even the forgotten can be reborn.

So let this tale be a testament,
To the power of vengeance, fierce and bold,
That even the outcasts, long lamented,
Can rise above, their stories untold.

For in the depths of darkness, they find,
A strength untamed, a spirit unbound,
And in their hearts, a fire designed,
To conquer the world, to astound.