Rage is all he felt,
As the fields still burnt,
Burnt with eternal fire,
Burnt from the aftermath,
Aftermath of war,
As his tendons desired rest,
Rest so finely earned.
Rage is all he felt,
As the fire still burnt,
Burnt brightly as hell on earth,
Burnt so cruelly,
As an all devouring poison,
Poison that burnt his life away.
Rage is all he felt,
Reticent he stood,
As the Angels sang,
A song of Death and Dire,
He said,
"That Burnt it all."
Rage is all he felt,
As the war still raged,
Ravaging the remaining of his conscience.
Rage is all he felt,
As that was his eternal crimson end.
~ Sapphirus
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Thoughts of a Loner.
PoetryPoetry written by yet another individual just existing throughout as any other being like any of you, experiencing life and suffocating thoughts.
