My WrathA Poem by NightDream poem of bad temperment
My temperament is long past calm
Like the pounding words of a hard rock song
Rage it calls me to ignite
Pushed to darkness, forced to fight
Dreams of anger, death and rage
Have bound me in a gilded cage
No way to divert from my chosen path
All must now feel my tempers wrath.
© 2008 NightDreamAuthor's Note
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Added on July 20, 2008 Author
NightDreamGrafton, WVAboutI dabble in Paranormal romance writing and am a freak when it comes to reading (I can put down two novels a night if I like what I am reading.) As a profession I am a Teacher (obviously not an Englis.. more..Writing
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