Rage
Unposted
Of furious words said in whispers all day, hardly will you see them taken that way
As ire may arise in hot volcanic flow, never be seen in this officer's glow
Taken in slow, barely measured strides here, seething in anger, but not seen by peer
Within growls rage at the scent of its prey, beyond cold, dark eyes, cool serenity plays
I stand, a lieutenant of fiery rage, taken to this day, the high vaunted stage
This slow burning fury ignites, nay, erupts, pure raging fire, so hard to corrupt
Swells through the landscape, torrential in heat, cleansing all corners, in darkness defeat
Wipes clean the slate, for that next surging tide, leaving only blackened memory inside