Anger

An endless pit of fire, burning, hot cinders bright.
As it leaves its trail of ashes, destroying all beautiful things in sight.
It slowly shrinks into itself, as it fades into distant night.
But it is never truly dead, emitting its faint light.
For in the morning embers glow, standing ready to ignite.
so at any moment it could return, still holding much to spite.





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