Like hallowed sounds and voices lost <br />In silent, seething ire. <br />Wither to reel back of accost, <br />This wild and raging fire? <br /> <br />Caught between not knowing if <br />The flames a bitter cold <br />Or if i took a look beneath <br />I'd find it hard as gold. <br /> <br />What to do then, I know not <br />Once quaint, now void of charm: <br />Creeping closer, burning hot, <br />Orange licks my palm. <br /> <br />Swelling, eager, yet not as strong <br />As my heart and faith could lead; <br />Compelling force could wreck my song <br />And leave me here to bleed. <br /> <br />And so I turn to look away; <br />Pray Jove keep the fiend at bay.<br /><br />Tiffanie Lein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fury-7/
