Kudos to those who reviewed my first poem! This is another random one (there is going to be third at this rate), but about another person and personality from the story and how she thinks. Enjoy: I got bored again, so this now stands as a never ending poem project. I'll add more as they come to my mind.
So thank you both who reviewed my first one.
Unseen Rage, One Reason
Standing alone and cold,
An unmoved pillar of emotion except for rage.
"Who would have known what was to be expected upon this stage," they mutter.
Though cool and collected upon the surface,
There rages a fire within those cool eyes.
No wonder she must show no emotion;
That monster would think of her weak with those commotions of no other emotion
But rage, though it never breaks her façade but once and a while,
Revenge seeps through her styles and nothing else drives her but rage,
The rage from within that is hardly seen.
She lives to protect,
That slab of cement
Called home expecting nothing in return,
Except for a, "Yes Sir, My Master."
She watches on
As her monster kills till dawn.