A Fury On The Path Of Death

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Sometimes fury is the death of us.

Submitted: July 11, 2018

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Submitted: July 11, 2018



An anger of the coldest kind,


Revenge against slights in the mind,


Determination with no fear,


Nothing is of equal to death's peer,


Final breath is the dread king,


Not going to clip those wings,


Yet anger soars towards its icy fate,


Wielding rage and the blackest hate,


Dark fire burns all,


Nothing to see but the fall,


Get up again still bold,


Rise from the ash with that fury cold,


Shadows dance on the smoke,


As the fires are now awoke,


Giving off a battle yell,


Tear open the gates of Hell,


Flames rage in the veins,


Seething icy fury reigns,


A combo of fire and ice,


Darkness invoked twice,


Take hesitation's head,


Strike doubt down dead,


No symbol for this soul,


It's out of mortal control,


To see fire's light,


While wielding winter's night





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