Rage Poem by PHIL WINTER

</>Rage!
Waits to belch forth
Like fired cannons
From the forsaken ones.
Theirs is a tormented destiny!
In rage,
They roam the town
From dusk to dawn
And never stop to sleep!
Rage!
Turns them into beasts
With sharpened claws
Set to devour human flesh!
And crush the bones to dust!
Raging,
They crouch down low
Half hidden in the darkness
Waiting for unsuspecting prey!
Then, with rage,
Suddenly springing
No mercy showing
These peddlars of rage,
Become revenging agents of death! .