I am going to burn this town tonight.
Before the moon is high over yonder.
In the raging flames I shall find perverse delight.
Those orange flames will show my candour.
The ‘me’ that I’d lost and the one that you broke.
Like a thousand mirrors, they reflect your sins.
A thousand eyes look on the fires I stoke.
Ashes of dreams and rage-the inseparable twins.
And I shall see how you laugh today…
The moon will be red tonight, serenely murderous.

PS: Rage is powerful but very much like a katana, cuts both ways.