The Nature Of My Hate

The flame burned ever bright with the coals hot white
Your words the very fuel that augmented
The fury with which it blazed. Smoke vented
Coiled, broiled, twisted - a snake about to strike
Slith'ring 'cross the sky, set with venomed bite
The fire grows stronger, it's soot rage-scented
It's roar loud, frightful as lions offended
Set to pounce, rip and in dementia smite
And yet as the flame died, slow though it was
It's anger had been burned within my heart
An unquenchable desire to despise
Th'embers died as the wilting flower buds
Yet unreal as the river and bank's part
Is the hatred's with the sole sake of pride.

The End

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