rage

Forged in an iron,hot furnace.Tempered with steel,and blood.Waiting for a use that is proper for his life.The center of his soul is kind,but few reach that far....
"Once I knew what to think..once I felt joy,tears,and a life unburdened,but now,I feel only pain,and the joy skips around like a hart,to swift to place a hand upon....Lay waste all that enter my vision,for you can not escape,and I will hardly let you go!....My strength grows stronger,along with the forces that seek me out.They shall find me,and none,save I,will be unsatisfied!This is my battle,and my spear is on my left.Sword,dagger,and destruction are in my right hand!...But peace;soft,lonely, peace has broken away."