Poem request by Persavol: “I want a girl claiming her dominance over someone cause a random girl tried to take what isn’t theirs” *Sigh* He weird ignores him.

In a moment tense, emotions intertwine,
Veratine’s words, a warning sign.
“Don’t scream,” she pleads, with care in her voice,
“Wake not your kids, let them rest, rejoice.”

Nomtese, confused, with a puzzled air,
Of Mixaku’s existence, fully aware.
“What’s the matter?” she wonders, uncertain,
Veratine’s assertiveness, the growing curtain.

“He’s mine,” Veratine declares, a demand,
A possessive claim, drawn in the sand.
“Back off,” she insists, with a flicker of rage,
Forbidding others to glance at Mixaku’s page.

“But he’s single,” Nomtese retorts, unbowed,
“Who are you to dictate, to disallow?”
Eyes ablaze, Veratine’s anger unfurls,
Sinister pupils, darkness in swirls.

Their battle intensifies, words exchanged,
Veratine’s dominance, fully estranged.
Nomtese defends, her voice defensive,
Messages to prove, intentions extensive.

“He sent me messages,” Nomtese reveals,
Offering proof, a truth that appeals.
Veratine, undeterred, steps close and near,
Her face in confrontation, wrath in her sneer.

Those messages, Nomtese hoped to connect,
A bond to form, an opportunity to reflect.
But Veratine scoffs, with a mocking tone,
A kind gesture mistaken, intentions unknown.

“I see through your ruse,” Veratine sneers,
“You’d use him, your intentions clear.”
Nomtese, calm, tries to explain her stance,
Seeking understanding, a second chance.

Yet Veratine’s doubts, they linger still,
The contradiction, her heart cannot distill.
In person, mistreatment, a bitter taste,
Yet over messages, a friendship embraced.

A struggle ensues, their voices collide,
Veratine’s claim, impossible to hide.
“Back off,” she warns, her words so stern,
A battle of possession, difficult to discern.

The places of crime I overlooked,
Became dens of scum and corruption.
In shadows they thrived, their evil
brooked,
As my ignorance fueled their
disruption.

Forgiveness leads to repeated 
transgressions,
A cycle of wrongdoing that won't 
cease.
In my naivety, I granted concessions,
Unaware of the darkness, seeking 
release.

Promises to repent are but empty
words,
Uttered with deceit, masking their
intent.
Thier lies, like venom, slither in herds,
Leaving scars on hearts, never truly
spent.

The blades are heavy, sharp and cold,
A chilling call to embrace the night.
In darkness, a story of vengeance
unfolds,
An instrument of justice, driven by
might.

I was only a fool in the end, 
Blinded by trust, misled by their lies.
But now the truth, I must apprehend,
To vanquish the darkness, beneath the
skies.

In the face of evil, I stand tall,
Learning from mistakes, no longer
confined.
A testament that even fools can fall,
And rise again, stronger in heart and
mind.