A Vow Unbroken

My heart in distress,
still cannot confess.
The past still haunting me,
Still will I be taunted.
This feeling of endless pain,
now directed to a determined gain.

Still my heart in a state of molder,
looking over my shoulder no more.
Feeling pains murderous strike,
to it I must appear ghostlike.
Room for more in my heart may I have,
going away this this painful dart willk not.

This pain will give me might,
in your honor I will fight.
This work that you have started,
I now will fight to assart.