The Gentle Man's Wrath

"There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.” -Patrick Rothfuss I walk with a silent grace... For I am a peaceful, quiet soul... But in the darkness of my heart... Is a story that's untold. ... an intense, brutal storm... Where the rain's blistering cold. I'm simply a calm and silent facade, ....a burning rage in disguise. While deep inside... The fire slowly continues to rise. My anger is very slow to ignite... But it burns extremely bright... Extremely bright with a blinding light... I don't like to fight... I always hold my feelings in tight... Just like the wolf itself... My bark's as deadly as my bite. The currents of this storm... Violent and strong... All wrongs are met here, Where swift justice belongs. I do not show my rage... I do not brawl... But heed to my gaze... For it is that of a warning call. Heed my words... It isn't the angry man's wrath one should fear... It's the gentle man's... Hear me clear... I am one of them... A gentle man... A fire of justice... A testament to the wronged soul. Zero control... In my silence, There's a fury that sleeps in peace... A violently uncontrollable swarm... My heart is warm... But it'll grow cold really quick... Leaving them worried sick... So, with this... heed my words. I am a quiet fury, a storm within. I'm a force of nature... When angry, I burn bright... A destructive beacon... A horrendous light. Run once the beast has been woken... Fear the gentle man's wrath. I have spoken.