Folded and molded into something new possessed
Hatred burns my eyes to wet tearful anger
Unable to strike blows to crumble these hands
To stop such fury in my heart
Where he face goes instead
Her smile
Her lips
Then the night will be mine to keep back again
From my toppling metamorphosis
Where I am a butterfly turned to dragon and back once more
Unsure of that beast that lies within my chest
Pushed to endless ferocity
To kill men
Strike down gods
As her small gentle hands grab on to me
I am reminded of love’s gentle wrath
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