Wrath Poem by Milan Istivan

Wrath's black craved pale armor,
Can't be worn by many, but me,
So I shut its blinding visor,
Only rage, else I cannot see.

It's a blessing, but curses you,
Sweet and tempting fury,
Gets me everything I want to,
Weapon and teacher too to me.

Woe to them who dare,
Against me to fight,
No fear I cannot bear,
Till my wrath's shining in my eyes.

White flames embrace me,
I'm given strength by them,
Cannot fear, I am mighty,
Even if hell is my doom.