Rage Incarnate

Wed, 03/25/2015 - 16:39 -- Erysian

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.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country

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