Wrath

the Final piece to my anthology..

A red mist descends before her eyes,

shrouding her entire body.

The heat rises, like magma rising from a volcano,

as emotions rapidly consume her.

Flames lick her skin with every move she takes,

every thought she has.

She has spurned love and kindness,

she has opted for fury.

The incarnation of anger.

Vengeance, violence, hate.

These are her passions.

This cold exterior she has created

encases a fiery core, burning her.

Her eyes dance as she grows more irritated,

She leaves a path of destruction and terror behind her.

Like lightening, she never need strike twice.

Like thunder, she is feared by many and heard by all.

She is all of this, thunder, lightening, darkness.

She is the tempest,

the oncoming storm.

She is wrath.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A nice poem .
I like the lines:
This cold exterior she has created
encases a fiery core.

[Marie Baskerville]

thanks :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[amarlaksh]

wow just wow!

[Marie Baskerville]

thanks :)

[zainul]

Your elaborate description vividly introduced your subject.
Wonderful write.
Enjoyed reading.

[Marie Baskerville]

thank you so much.. glad you enjoyed it

[zainul]

You are welcome.

[Mic]

I think she's my ex. lol.

Very well done!

[Marie Baskerville]

haha i think everyone has this ex but thank you