I was angry with my friends;
I was told my wrath and flame, my anger did end;
I was angry with my foe;
I was told my wrath did grow;
And I watered it with tears;
pain and regrets.
Night and morning with my tears;
But I waved it with a smile and with soft deceitful mind;
And it grew day and night until it birthed;
It’s offspring and my foe behold my shine.
He knew that was mine;
And into my garden store;
Where darkness ravishes its prey.
In the morning glad I see;
my fallout strength beneath the tree.