Hands clenched tightly,
Heart poundly loudly,
All senses heightened.
I see her there,
She's ready to blow,
All the anger that has built up,
Has turned into this.
She's become the manifestation
Of anger turned to rage.
She wants to be let loose,
To destroy all in her path.
The more she's repressed,
The stronger she becomes,
The louder her howling rings.
Suddenly, I blink,
And find myself in front of the mirror.
I look deep at my reflection,
To see her burning fiery eyes
Have replaced my blue gray ones.
Frowning I whisper softly,
"Not yet, Rage. Not yet."
And in my mind, I hear her reply.
"No...not yet...but soon."
And the dark promise that is made
Taste like blood, smoke,
And the ozone before a violent storm.