Mghenyi

Mghenyi, eyes filled with a haunted gleam,

Knew a darkness most would never dream.

She'd walked through fire, a crucible's test,

Her innocence stolen, her spirit distressed.

The world, once vibrant, now a muted gray,

Mirrored the hollowness that held her at bay.

A kindness eroded, a trust turned to ash,

Left behind a heart hardened, a soul in a clash.

She dreamt of vengeance, a fire in her core,

To make those who hurt her suffer evermore.

The pain, a constant echo, a relentless refrain,

Fueled a desire for retribution, a merciless stain.

For Mghenyi discovered, with a terrible start,

That those ravaged by darkness, play a dangerous part.

The capacity for evil, a seed long unseen,

Took root in her anguish, a horrifying sheen.

She wrestled with the monster that clawed from within,

A chilling reflection of the horrors she'd seen.

The line between victim and villain, so terribly blurred,

A truth unveiled, a lesson absurd.

Could forgiveness conquer, or was she forever bound,

By the darkness that mirrored the evil she'd found?

Mghenyi's struggle, a story untold,

Of a spirit in peril, desperately bold.