• Wrath


    Fragments of stone fell down again and again,
    A hit, then two, then four
    And then eight bodies littered the floor.
    A bloody fist was by his side
    And blood-stained wings hung from his back,
    Eyes that shown with the fire of hate
    And his expression darkening;
    Raised his head to glare at the sky;
    He let out a devastating cry:
    ,,I’ll crush! I’ll burn it! I’ll tear it apart!
    I’ll hurt and destroy until nothing will be left!
    And I’ll never let this vengeance die!
    Even if I have to lose my mind!"