Vendetta

"We'll meet again",she said.
He was left speechless,
Five years he looked for her,
But she couldn't be found.
Ten years later ,at a subscription dance,
He saw her,hand in hand,descending
From the Rolls with the Count,
Her ageless beauty sparkling,
With the shine of her lavender eyes.
The ice-blue gown fluttered as she
Entered the ballroom,smiling,
Her way through,at a glance,
She saw him,their eyes met,
She froze,the smile disappeared.
A sense of guilt entrapped her,
She was a sinner,in his beady eyes.
A glance and she could see
The vendetta in his black eyes.
Her vanity showed as she
Turned her eyes away,and went
Her way,as she had done,
Several years before.
The next morn as the red
Sunlight spread,the Countess De Montana
Was found lying in her chamber,
Her face shown like an angel
But the purity was concealed
With the hue of sunset all over her..........