In the depths where shadows dance,
Whispers of rage ignite the night,
A storm within, a fierce romance,
With flames that crave the endless fight.
A heart ablaze with crimson fire,
Each beat a drum of thunder’s might,
Anger fuels the soul’s desire,
To shatter chains and take to flight.
Through the tempest, voices cry,
Echoes of pain in the swirling gale,
Yet even as the storm clouds fly,
Hope emerges in the tale.
When fury’s blaze begins to wane,
And calm returns to mend the breach,
Peace, like gentle, healing rain,
Finds its voice where anger ceased to reach.