- Brutality, blood, bitterness.
- The perfect ingredients
- For the perfect dessert.
- Revenge is a dish,
- Lightly salted with an oath,
- Spiced with screams
- And baked with solitude.
- The warmth of a hearth
- Taken away too soon
- Doesn’t reach this dish.
- It’s best served cold.
- The rage seeps out of it
- Like raspberry coulis.
- There is no place,
- For the tender innocence of past and future.
- And so, revenge is a dish best served cold,
- Far from our promised home.
