Rage Without Anger
by Lisboa Miraflores
You're a Satanic evil
with horns curving under thick bangs;
such hatred you have inflicted,
painful scar upon me
the appariation is haunting.
But your wings can't be denied
nor the wide halo that blinds
and mesmerizes.
What anger could be found
in your presence?
The fingers of dawn and rain,
I can not loathe what brings such joy.
Both happiness and sorrow,
you are my shadow.
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