And the anger swelled to the point he could no longer contain,
His jaw tightened and his composure he could not maintain,
The room bent and twisted beneath the pressure of his glare,
His baby blue eyes became redder than brightest flare,
And just when the air had become stale with tension,
He let out a small sigh, remnants of the explosion,
The blood flooded out of his neck and face,
Yet the feeling of fear was not replaced,
He turned and sat in the nearest chair,
Ran his fingers through his hair,
Said with his head cocked,
We need to talk.