Baskadia

In a world where anger finds its home,

Where hearts ignite and darkness roams,

Let me weave a tale of wrath untamed,

A poem of men, their fury inflamed.

Behold, the wrath of men, a tempest's might,

Unleashed upon the canvas of the night.

Beneath the surface, the fire burns bright,

A force that consumes with relentless spite.

Their souls ablaze, like embers in the pyre,

As passions clash, fueled by desire.

Through clenched fists and eyes that gleam,

Their wrath takes form, a destructive theme.

In battles fought with words or steel,

Men seek revenge, their wounds to heal.

Their hearts beat fast, their minds consumed,

By anger's grasp, their reason entombed.

Yet amidst the chaos, a glimmer of grace,

For wrath's domain, no soul can embrace.

In fiery storms, wisdom's voice may rise,

To calm the storm and open seeking eyes.

For deep within, the seeds of peace reside,

A choice to make, to let resentment slide.

To mend the wounds and heal the scars,

To find a path beyond the prison of bars.

Oh, wrath of men, let wisdom be your guide,

Release the chains that hold you tight inside.

Embrace compassion, let forgiveness bloom,

And break free from the cycles of doom.

For in the end, it's love that shall prevail,

A force that soothes, a power that won't fail.

Let go of wrath, embrace a higher way,

And pave a path towards a brighter day.

So, let this poem remind us all,

To rise above, to heed the inner call.

To tame the wrath that dwells within,

And let compassion and forgiveness win.