War

What I am is a whirlwind.
Confused, rampant desire muddled with a calming sense of clarity
Rivaled by the sages of old
I am vengeance, the spirit of
I request nothing
Requirements are a thing of the past
I can taste hatred
I have met fury
She likes me she says

Crashing down, an avalanche hurdles forward
Encasing all within it's icy, frigid tomb of lust
Cold here
My blanket, fire
I spread my wings
And worlds burn beneath me
As I rise from sorrow and become a pyre of righteous light

Fear is a killer
It defiles me, riddles me with loathing and insecurity
I tread it's world, it's realm, it's territory
Daily and it chokes
I've never met a changeling such as he
He rivals my power
He steals my courage
He blocks my advance
So I must eradicate, obliterate and unleash a blade stained with rage

For him there must be war
I cannot be hurt further
He cannot take what I do not allow myself to have
I will defeat myself and sink beneath his grip
In order to overcome a foe I have yet to face
She can't touch me here, and her hands graced a face last that is no longer mine