Alien-akin entity of dominance-prone, quarrel-ready ferocity,
Evermore looming above at a formidable, fear-bestowing stance,
Albeit, towards the foreign, well-guarded, distrust-taut sentiments of cold origin are bestowed.
Fire-enthused prowess: the undesirable, perilous aftermath of his merciless, fiery rage if ever roused within its overheated, anger-taut crescendo—
An accompaniment of forest-hued irises lathered with unforgiving intent, albeit empowered via the combatant's restless, driven will to dominate whoever opposing.
Tout de suite, such an unpleasant entirety,
In its infuriated, triggered summoning,
Will slumber into a peace-brimming, calm-bestowing siesta within the alien-coded combatant's vessel-embodied soul,
Hitherto the ameliorated result of an angelic, bijou laddie's solace-akin utterances of shy-enthused, jittery tonality designed to soothe he who had once been enraged so terribly: Wan.
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The Sound of Musings
PoetryThe sweet, rhythmic sound of overabundant musings Breach forth from within the creative confines of an introverted mentality, Descending in profound, strengthened cascades, Like the tempest waters of a notorious, unconquered riverbed.
