Anger Within

How fine you look When dressed in rage, A condition never Harmed by age, Luck for you, that This addiction, is But a temperate Condition, For soon you’ll feel And hear and smell All the things that Come from hell, Rather like, and Excuse my tone, Like grinding flesh From human bone, How fair you look When clad in red As all your patience Now has fled, But of course, your Lucky too, As red eyes tend to Suit so few, Lightning will envy The way you storm, And the thunder will Wonder about your form, But let’s not forget The way you grin, When you have committed A crimson sin, How dark you look When garbed in wrath, As you wonder down A wicked path, From when your of a Darker hue, And you know my Statement true,