The Man of Wrath by Caroline Tiss

The Man of Wrath by Caroline Tiss

He ran,

The man of wrath

Coiled did the flame flicker at his brawny hands,

Who was the martyr?

Who was the victor?

Perhaps it was beyond his reasoning,

Or could it have been at his hand that the dog which stalked him at midnight was slain,

The blood was red and without reasoning,

Animal, Anima, Animus

Where does it end?

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