Time and vengeance are bitter company for the dead,

They fester and grow and feed and spread.

When the body turns cold and the soul has no rest,

Dark things arise and an apparition is possessed.

Hungry and yearning and greedy for truth,

Justice is served with absence of ruth.

Not of this plane and spared from this earth,

From spite and reprisal she earns her rebirth.

Vengeance embodied and poised like a blade,

It’s by her own hand that judgement be made.