Beneath my feet are flickering flames
Hot coals and red heat,
My hair is fire, my eyes ablaze,
With fury and vengeance they seethe.
Far off in the distance, through the blurry haze,
I spot the man I seek.
Smug and smart, sly and sharp,
He smirks knowingly at me.
I see red, my eyes water,
Clenching my fists as I shriek,
Simmering with wrath, my temper short,
I let my anger guide me.
I take a step and grimace with pain,
My face contorts as I scream.
I burnt myself with the fire of revenge
That I'd saved for the foe before me.
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