Anger

Down in my heart a fire’s burning bright

The words come out with spite and wrath and hate

For all will see; they want for that long night

When ire-filled words will make the dark man great.

Who is this beast of darkened night and rage?

With cries of siren’s sharp inviting scream?

They follow its call but it will not assuage;

He lingers like a dark and desperate dream.

One day his secrets will call out for all

To tempt with sweet promise in times most dire

When all temptation breaks through my resolve

Those words will burn with wrath and holy fire.

For it will eat the hearts of all it sees;

The beast of rage makes all fall to their knees.

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