Wrath

For a moment, there is the calm before the storm,
A dire omen of what will come,
Time seems to stand still and silent,
The world seems to wait with baited breath,
Then my heart begins to burn,
Whipped up by the bellows of acrimony,
Until it is engulfed by an inferno
That spreads its way up into my throat,
It feels as if I am choking on bile,
Harsh and hot and foul tasting,

I stand up straighter and puff out my chest
Like a peacock on the war path,
I narrow my eyes ’til they are almost closed
And I grit my teeth together,
It starts with a whispered hiss,
Then it builds in a mighty crescendo,
‘Til I am screaming and howling,
Caught in the throes of my temper,
I clench my fists and wave them about,
To intimidate and to appear strong,

Then my mind sparks to life,
Thoughts bubble up, hot and agitated,
Like a cauldron I boil and churn
‘Til the thoughts can no longer be contained,
They flow like an erupting river of lava,
Gushing towards my tongue and lips,
My mouth becomes a molten maw
Of displeasure and indignation,
I part my lips and the venom flows,
Toxic words of hatred and vengeance,

BY Hegemony

Polaris

He sits upon his vaulted throne,
To rule over his heavenly domain,
Upon his head, a golden crown,
His eyes sparkling with a hot flame,
His wings and hair are of soft gold,
His heart blazes with a blinding light,
And as the sun prepares to set,
He calls for the sky to shine bright,
And all heed him and come flying,
Their wings and hearts also ablaze,
He spreads his wings and flies aloft,
And they all follow, ready to obey,
He leads them in a heavenly dance,
And they twirl and whirl around him,
For he is the mighty King of Stars,
Gloried and great, regal and prim,
His name is Polaris, his rule absolute,
His voice is gentle yet like thunder,
And he and his stars always dance,
To put on a nightly display of wonder,
Until the dawn’s light begins to near,
And he returns his people to their dens,
And they rest their wings for the day,
Until the King of Stars calls them again,
For they always heed his beck and call,
To rise up and to take flight of wing,
For his authority and words are gentle,
And great is the joy that his people bring.