Struck, I fell, my hand opening slowly like the petals of a flower in the morning sun. By eve it closed into a fist of stone. Rising, revenge was taken upon my enemies. The kingdom was mine, and no warrior hence has been allowed to stand up from the battlefield to fight another day.
Crimson’s Creative Challenge #115 Haiku – Revenge
Nature changed by man
Its waters, starlight, darken
Waiting for revenge
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, a hurricane approaches.