Today I walk a long, grueling walk.

Each step heavy and rife with passion.

With the first stride looms Bitterness.

The second moulds Loathing.

The third wrenches Malice.

The fourth claws at Wrath.

Raw emotion eddies within me and rouses the land I devour.

I stagger one last step down the serpentine path, unable to contain the savageness building within me.

I stop and turn slowly.

All colour is leached from the land, yet I gaze at a purple cloud drifting behind me.

A delicate, spellbinding creation spawns from feelings so hateful.

As I stand and observe the sparkling mist before me, I am comforted by the thought that at least some sentiment remains in the tedium that tarries around me.