A Little Play on Emotions

Bitter stormed out
slammed the door behind her,
Bitter didnt leave a note.

Passion sang a sweet song,
Hate dowsed the fire.
Lit one of his own.

Solemn sat in the corner alone.
Alone,
looked for people to talk to.

Proud sat on his throne,
with ceptor in hand.
Vanity by his side.

Envy peaked at Proud
through cloaking curtains.
'He wouldn't see the dagger coming'.

-Michael Hampton