Five: Wrath

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This darkness arises
From my rage
Distilled as this form
Black winged
Red eyed
Slavoring beast
You are me
In unearthly form
I know this is true

So how must I welcome
This terrible host?
Divine or diabolic
Through this mirror dark
I see it rise
As though I could slake
My thirst for revenge
On the tips
Of its respondent wings

Is this my face
When a human artifice
Is shed from my skin
And my trembling white bones?
Or is this just me
In extremis
As wrath
Devolving to one singular
Aspect of being
That I might know myself
For but one moment
Before the Fall?

(c) Helen Valentina 2016

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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2 Responses to Five: Wrath

  1. feralc4t says:

    I think we are a all a bit like that before our first coffee of the day, well, I am anyway..

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