Ode To Fury

Why do you up the ante on miniatures?
Your one sip intoxicate my conscience
Blurring and burying the traits of forgiveness,
Under the belief of my own righteousness.

Lost I friends and enemies to the likes of you,
Your furnace burn the tenderness of love
Revenge, your matured son guide us in life,
Aided me in greatest of my battles.

Evil deeds owe their friendship to you,
An accomplice too elusive to punish.
Yet your defeat requires a ritual of
Deep breathe and a long walk.