watching again the Count of Monter Cristo

the classic revenge
using the sword, discovered treasure,
and a memory of a friend, now,
taking back what was his.
mercedes tells who the real
father of her son
the marriage was for
convenience,
he was not a pleasure
but a temporary cure for
her shame.
finally, Dantes has the world
in his hands,
now he is willing to throw
hate on the cliff
embracing God.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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