Of Anger

Attacked just as the moon went dark.
The starry glow was hidden in the clouds.
Two eyes that held a glint of feral nature at the core.
The elves and fairies hid within the leaves.
In duality, a man can barely see his own reflection.
He read it and he took it personally.
Beneath his hollow laughter
ten more bells were born in hell.
Composed of anger that indwells.
Astounding - how it travels round the world...

? Michaelette ?

5/15/2005
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