The Rage

I'll be the darkness in the brightest hour
And I'll make Hades wait.
Not nameless mass in that space
Nor a faceless name two pages short of the classifieds.
I embrace she who wields the scythe
But my life is by my blade.
For a vagabond heeds no master;
In the like I shall rage.
Unsheathed,
While Old Time patiently awaits the end of my fury.