Stage One: Bloodied Flower, Struggling Spark, Roaring Maelstrom

I'm a rose
A twisted, thorned rose
Reaching up to the storm
Well, up to the fire

I'm a fire
A shrinking, cowering fire
Hovering above a red hope
And below a gray anger

I'm a storm
A reigning, raining storm
Downpouring on the kindled anger
Overseeing the jagged hope

When the storm calms—

I am a raging fire
A blazing, uncontrollable fire
Pulled by gravity and leaving anger
But incarnating an anger of my own