In the depths of my fiery core,
Anger roars like a lion’s might,
Flames of wrath, unyielding and raw,
Consuming all in its fearsome sight.

Shadows dance with furious glee,
As fury takes its vengeful flight,
Thunderous echoes, wild and free,
Shattering the calm of night.

A tempest brews inside my chest,
Unrelenting, it seeks release,
Torn between rage and the quest,
For a fleeting moment of peace.

But as the storm begins to wane,
And the fire’s embers start to fade,
I am left to bear the pain,
Of the fury I have displayed.