Deep Within
Standing,
nose tipped up,
arms crossed,
tail around his
waist,
he glares out
over the horizon.
Rage drives him.
Pain feeds him.
Power calls him.
His ego cannot
be tamed,
nor can the
swept back spikes
of his black hair.
His body cannot
contain his pride.
His heart knows
no remorse.
But in his
blackened soul,
hidden behind
the rage,
innocence remains.
