You do not know true fury –
Scarlet red clouding your vision,
Screaming at the top of your lungs –
That’s not real fury.
When you’re standing face-to-face – toe-to-toe –
With a man you thought was like your father,
But only using you like a tool –
Then running away, leaving you all alone –
That’s real fury.
Scorching fire in my hands –
Hot enough to burn any normal human being –
Now racing through my body like a wild fire.
Fire has no sense of humor now –
It’s looking to do more than scare him.
He doesn’t look so scared now –
Calm and collected, as usual.
Even though I’m ten times stronger.
I could turn his skin to ash –
And his bones to charcoal.
But he needs to give me a reason –
I won’t hurt someone for no reason, unlike him.
I can keep the fire under control –
But only for so long.
Fire hates to be controlled.