A Final Act

Preening to an eye ache, he searched for meaning abound, in my acts that lay around, all scattered and in shambles, I had strewn his home and hearth, after blasting it to smithreens, I remember the scorch that I had lit, in his poor thatched bit, which had everything eaten, and leaving all only ashen, I had evn lost, what I could have got, this man was without address, and had no redress, I had killed a life, though it could have lived with some strife.