Rhyming poem generator

Output for [revenge]:
In shadows cast by moon's soft gleam,
Where secrets slumber, still unseen,
There blooms a tale of vengeance fierce,
A dance of fire, a soul's release.
From depths of sorrow's darkest well,
A heart takes flight, a tale to tell,
With eyes that blaze like thunder's might,
And steps that echo through the night.
Like storm clouds gathering, black and bold,
A saga of revenge unfolds,
A symphony of rage and ire,
A tempest fueled by burning fire.
The wounded heart, once bruised and scarred,
Now finds its purpose, unmarred,
It weaves a tapestry of pain,
To quench the thirst for sweet disdain.
Through valleys deep and mountains high,
The avenger soars, no fear to lie,
With every stride, a thunderous beat,
A rhythm of retribution's feat.
Each footfall leaves a mark profound,
In blood-soaked earth, revenge is found,
The moon, a witness to the chase,
Its silver tears reflect the grace.
A cloak of shadows wraps them tight,
As stars look down in pure delight,
The night itself becomes their guide,
As destiny and vengeance collide.
With every vow and solemn oath,
The avenger sails, no fear to loathe,
The winds of fate propel the quest,
A torrent wild, a passion's zest.
Like venom coursing through the veins,
The taste of vengeance dulls all pains,
A symphony of fate's cruel song,
A battle cry both fierce and strong.
In moonlit glow, the battle's waged,
On vengeance's edge, they are engaged,
The clash of wills, a thunderous clash,
As blades and hearts and spirits clash.
Yet in the end, when dust does clear,
And echoes fade, like whispers near,
The avenger stands, a victor crowned,
On battleground where fates were bound.
For vengeance sought and vengeance gained,
A tale forever shall remain,
In whispered winds and tales of old,
A saga of revenge, untold.
So let this tale forever be,
A testament to spirits free,
A dance of fire, of blood and pain,
A masterpiece of vengeance's reign.