Rage and fury tear apart
the pure of mind and soft of heart;
Burning, burning, fierce and bright
rips to shreds the dark of night.
Red and Gold her banner flies
Mania leads, the good man dies.
Not even Hera, queen of the sky,
may gaze upon Frenzy’s fiery eye.
What soul will stand apart from anger,
what heart can ward against?
When to their knees the weak will fall,
and friends do cower in fright;
the pow’r of cool irate words
reveal egregious might.
Beware the call of Lyssa,
do not mind her song.
For dark beast will slow emerge,
all humanity gone.
By- Lyndsie Brown