Wrath
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A fire's in my veins
as I stride to the well.
It's raging, but contained
for now, it's in a shell.
Like a kappa, waiting with a pike
for its chance to strike.
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But as I change times my
growl erupts, full-throttle.
Thundering, from the sky,
Boiling over bottle,
Shaking the well house, a threat: death-knell.
For the fucker who told her not to tell.
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I walk quietly now.
Flashes of her face burst:
Nasty, punching, ka-pow!
Silencing growls, but thirst?
Spurring, whipping, inciting the flame
to shank, stab, and lame.
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His scent reaches my nose.
I stalk, watching, waiting.
He hurries; shit, he knows!
Well, fuck that. I'm skating
'round him with ease; he's going nowhere.
And now I'll start giving him a real scare.
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As I corner my prey,
I let loose a wild howl;
Watch his sanity fray,
and rip air with my growl.
He hisses, curses; finally calls:
"You've got some real balls."
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I laugh; is this some joke?
But his 'tough talk' goes on:
"Or no brains. 'Cause no bloke,"
He flexed, to show his 'brawn'
"Tries to scare me without getting beat
From balls to brains, 'til they look like raw meat."
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Her face burns in my mind
and my laugh dies real quick
and I step out to find
out if he'll let me pick
him apart, one bloody gouged-out strip
at a time: fig's pip.
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Sick yellow light glows, my
halo, limning ears, then
horns—claws talons—and I,
her guardian, hanyou, friend:
the avenging angel, armed by hell,
snarling with feral fury, smite him well.
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A/N: Still not sure I'm happy with the ending. Part of me thought that a gory description could be the only possible ending, as this is told in Inuyasha's voice…but I knew that I didn't really know how to write it, and less so in this form. I like the last stanza here for the metaphor, among other things, but I don't know if 'smite' has the same sense of finality to you all as it does to me…
I guess what I'm saying is, if you think there is a better ending, please tell me.
Structure, for those interested: 666695/6666910 (syllable count per line) and ababcc for rhyme (more or less). I did not attempt to stick to nor even track any organization of stressed vs. unstressed syllables. But I did try to have every first line an intro (often factual and neutral, i.e., 'I walk quickly now') and use the next three lines for descriptions and the last two for conclusions. As for why the villain was British, I have no idea. I just needed to be able to rhyme 'joke' and 'bloke' popped into my head.
Inspired by The Fray's 'We Build Then We Break', though much was written under the influence of various Nine Inch Nails songs.
Hope you liked it.