He who forsakes me (Poems And Tales)

Wrath

Like once there was an angel of peace
there I was, a soul of glee.

Then there was the calm--
So deep..
So alone...
then the storm came.

She was a hurricane of pain,
rebellion, and disdain.
Her wings tattered and her crimson blood became the rain.

They broke her  with stick, and stones
and she came back crushing them with ruthless truths.

Her wrath instilled loud shrieking fear. Unstoppable.

Then the day came and they called her Aries.
A name befitting her fiery soul.

She became the demon of scorn, the hysteria that plagues the land.

And the Angel set the earth on fire,

and before her the heaven and earth kneeled.