Rage Incarnate
Within a cage of white-ribbed bars stirs a dragon, cruel and fierce,
A spirit of flame and fury, the wrath of wind,
All fang and fight, a restless dis-ease,
Its ethereal wings, pinioned to muscle and bone
Strain against the confines of the body
But chained within the folds of flesh become inseparable.
It is a bitter beast, blasted and damned,
From above and below, by hatred condemned
To stand ever apart, a rift in its heart.
And it keens to the world, the cold, starry night,
Which winks onward, ignorant of its plight;
As the moon eclipses, the world devoid of light
Is to darkness and dust turning
Then all the bitter world is burning
As vengeance and wrath come discerning
And Rage Incarnate snarls crimson at the skies.