There was a single candle light
It flickered dimly down a semi-lit path
I noticed Wrath as he crept along the walls
Scampered and scurried all through the hall
He opened his mouth, to scream and shout
I held up my finger and shushed him.
This dimly lit path demanded silence
And Wrath just stared at me, flustered.
Confused, withdrawn
I could see him claw and paw
at his own skin
Tearing apart
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