In the heart of unyielding tempest,
Fury blazes through veins unseen,
A wildfire dancing in chaos unkempt,
Whispers of wrath in a world between.

Eyes aflame with a storm’s embrace,
Torrents of rage, a relentless tide,
Echoes of thunder in the soul’s vast space,
Where shadows and light fiercely collide.

In silence, the storm brews deep,
A symphony of anger, raw and true,
In the quiet, the awakened rage does seep,
Voices of the tempest breaking through.

Yet in fury’s embrace, strength is found,
A forge where spirit and will ignite,
In the crucible of wrath, unbound,
Emerges a dawn from the depths of night.