This poem is written from a villain’s perspective…

I am a storm rolling in, pouring my rage on the earth. With every lightning bolt of anger, it never quite reaches the ground. Like a vicious dog on a chain, lunging at what it wants to devour, but never getting the satisfaction of catching its prey, my emotions are trapped in a cage with no release. My blood is poisoned like a rabid dog, contained but dying. I foresee my own demise, yet won’t go down without a fight. I may not win this battle, or shout in victory, but I will survive until my death.

Lucas