There is a rage that grows within, and if
Uncontained it can explode into a fury of
Substantial fire. It burns deep within, beneath
The light of a soul that tries so desperately to
Control the beast. The chains are weakening,
They creak as they twist. She wants to gouge
Out the eyes of those who betray her, the ones
Who leave blood dripping from wounds that
Never heal. To eat the hearts of those who have
Done her wrong, now that would be a tasty treat!
Disembowel, eviscerate, immolate them all …

Rampant emotional upheaval that leaves the eyes
Red from tears, and a soul left to fester in turmoil.
Endless is the wrath she wishes to expose the world
To, shed light on the darkness that grows daily and
Exterminate those hapless fools for treading too
Close to her lair. Drooling, gaping maw wishes to
Tear flesh from bone, crunch joints into dust and
Splinter their souls!

Yet, within all this pent up rage, there sits a tiny child
Who weeps uncontrollably for what has been lost over
The years. There is much hate enclosed within these
Eyes. But the tears, they shatter as they hit the floor,
Tiny little crystals of lost hope. Death beckons, hiding
Behind every corner. As the Reaper wishes to slash
That well known scythe, the light holds it back.