Swift and gleefully does the sword fall upon the condemned, and the petty tyrant feels but for the barest moment that justice has been served.
Yet does not the sweetness of vengeance turn bitter on the tongue, does not the victory turn to ashes in one’s mouth?
Who is revenged?
Is balance restored to the Universe? Or is yet another perturbation and permutation instilled into the eternal drama?
Revenge calls for its own vengeance.
Are you the one to mete out righteous punishment?
And once you vanquish all evil-doers, who will vanquish you?