An Old Fool Who Is Sharpening a Dagger of Vengence

although revenge is said to be sour in the stomach but sweet to the mouth and that is why it doesn’t matter what happens afterward, the old fool sharpens the dagger to take revenge on those who made his life miserable in the unquenchable flames of long harboring grudges the shadow of the old fool squats down between a heaps of useless settings that once have delighted the audiences with added splendid sceneries to the stage, moves back and forth gruesomely to sharpen the dagger on the magnificent stage the resentful performers’ spirits such as an actress who was stoned to death because of jealousy, an actor stabbed to death by a dagger of conspiracy, a woman strangled to death under licentious taleteller’s tongue, a man ran over by a carriage on the wheels of evil desire, one who took his own life after long and repetitious sleepless nights’ agonies on the death of another that caused his misconception, and many other leading and villain players’ victimized souls come and go as if a gruesome Grim Reaper waited to see them and snatch another from the stage the old fool surrounded by such sorrowful mistreated spirits stares at the sharp edged knife with a bloodthirsty look picturing the faces that must die under this dagger, imaging the day of shaking the victims’ blood off from it with complacent smile of satisfaction on his waning face nonetheless, the face reflected on the blade was no one else’s but his own careworn image, the weather-beaten old man who went through a long life’s whirlpools the old fool is surrounded by the spirits those of the falsely accused, mistreated, and agonizing dead on the stage, sharpening the dagger wet with his own tear drops on the stone