WRATH
For most of her life, Regina had lived with a burning rage
That commanded her every move, willed her every breath,
But that imperious anger, that darkness, had just been a cage
Where she would rather kill many than give in to death.
For most of her life, Emma had lived with that underlying anger
That whispered to her when she was alone, awake or asleep,
And she blamed the whole world, wishing for all to suffer,
Just as much as she did, the orphan, useless, that felt too deep.
And when they met, both of their wrath had collided in this fire
That had set ablaze a whole town as they clashed again and again,
Two wounded, bleeding creatures wanting to break their cold chains.
But their fire stopped hurting, flames leaving the streets as they tired,
And this burning started healing their wounds as they both grew closer,
Until they realized that rage gave in to love, no more darkness, no more anger.