There was a single candle light It flickered dimly down a semi-lit path I noticed Wrath as he crept along the walls Scampered and scurried all through the hall He opened his mouth, to scream and shout I held up my finger and shushed him. This dimly lit path demanded silence And Wrath just stared at me, flustered. Confused, withdrawn I could see him claw and paw at his own skin Tearing apart the silence eating his heart As his flesh peeled back from his grin His grimace sickening, his pace quickening I could tell the silence was eating away at him But as he scurried along, he hemmed and he hawed and again I shushed and I silenced him He sat back on his heel as his head turned He kneeled over and got sick I could tell the silence was taking a toll It might even have been killing him. I didn’t care, Wrath challenged me there With a stare down to my core I held my finger to my lips, made a “SHH” sound And watched as he fell to the floor Wrath died there, his body cold to the core I lie down next to him, wrapped his arms around my skin and smiled as I finally felt freedom to speak And said quite loudly, “In your arms, I found my home.”