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Wave of Rage

This monster
Well fed and overgrown
Stares darkly
A hound near his throne

The stench of fear dissolves
It was threatening my resolve
Driving my blade through
As it rears with reaching claws

Raising the mutts head
One single purpose arose
One thought as eyes lock
Stirs hope that points us home

Where I intend to take him.
Written by jenny_is_hungry
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Author's Note
Moody hubbies, ammirite? He was gonna have fun whether he wanted to or not! This also applies to other times when depression and anger run a pantomime in his mind on repeat. I tend to suck him out of those moods. Happy forth, whatever that entails.
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