vengeance (virtue)

sole drift of midnight
my unsettled fire
most cruelly you use me
(inward remorse
would kill your spirit?)
a kind touch
rarer than your reason
have I given?
(passion. purpose. restore.)
I chase the ignorant to darkness
you said
your affection begins to swell
rising tide—I will drown
in kindlier looks
‘gainst my fury
(tender feeling. passion. touch.)
I am home