Rage
"Not dead, mumbled Raven,
Sweeping out of the room -
That 'offer'... I said no, you bet!
But going back
Is out of question."
It was hot
And cold.
Words kept flooding
His mind
Like blood
His heart.
A rough tug at his wrist.
He nearly stumbled.
"Not that way," murmured the thug
Whose name was long forgotten.
He was dragged
Into the opposite direction
Pushed even
Like an obstinate donkey.
O, yes!
Raven was stubborn
Would not wait
With plans 'till morn.
And so he swore
In his heart
That he'd leave
Without help.
"To those
Who think,
They know better
What I need,"
He said
And drove his elbows
Into that poor man's teeth.