Crimson Fury
Reflection
In fiery red, the primal scream resounds,
A gorilla's fierce visage, unbound.
With eyes aglow like embers bright,
It roars against the dark of night.
The fur, a wild and tangled mane,
Frames a face both fierce and plain.
The teeth, sharp fangs, a warning give,
Of power and strength, a primal drive.
The beast, a symbol of untamed might,
Stands tall, a challenge to the light.
Its roar, a call to the wild within,
A reminder of the power to begin.
To let go, to release, to be free,
Is to unleash the wildness in you and me.
In crimson fur, the gorilla's soul,
Is a reflection of our own, whole.
A call to tap into the primal heart,
And let the fierce and wild never depart.