Revenge

Its bitterly cold,
As it was in the days of old,
Its poison seeps deep,
And deeper it will creep,
It seeks to inflict harm,
And it always sounds the alarm,
But revenge is a rocky street,
Paved by hell's heat,
Its borne from the anger of hell's gates,
The seal of many fates,
Revenge is never served on gold,
But its better served cold.