⚔️Cursebreaker's Vow And Vengeance⚔️ Poem by Pushp Sirohi

By blood and fire, I now decree,
No ancient chain shall shackle me.
The curses cast from kin or foe,
Return to them — tenfold they go.

Those who spoke with poisoned breath,
Let them now choke on their own death.
May every word they cursed my name
Be carved into their soul in flame.

Let their nights be drowned in dread,
Let all they touch rot, rust, and bled.
Their peace be shattered, joy erased,
Their own dark seeds they now must taste.

Ancestral binds, unspoken oaths,
I cut them loose with sacred growth.
No father's sin, no mother's cry,
No shadowed blood shall now apply.

I curse the hands that raised their spite,
May blindness take their inner sight.
Their venom now becomes their chain,
And every spell returns in pain.

Let ruin walk where they have stood,
Let their pride be fed to wolves for food.
May every lie they spoke of me
Be nailed upon their destiny.

I rise in fire, in thunder crowned,
Their curses burn into the ground.
I do not beg — I do not bend —
I curse them now, and this shall end.

So speak, O heavens, crush their schemes,
Haunt their days and taint their dreams.
Until they fall beneath the cost,
Of every battle they thought I lost.

Amen.