Within his soul, a monster hides
It clamors loud to break the chain
A beast where wounded pride resides
From hurt and anger it is plain
That such a fiend is born of fire
A tempest wild he must contain
To conquer it, he must aspire
To hold its snout with firm control
To master rage, subdue hellfire
For if it claims his heart and soul
Then chaos reigns and strife shall grow
Darkness swallows and takes its toll
But strength of will, can tame the foe
Peace will bloom where storms used to blow
01-02-2025
© F Aparici