to feel

The rage that overtook him
Invaded his cool mind.
To taste the tang of victory
The vengeance he would find.
To feel the fire of fury
Enthralled him, to start
But once again he realised.
None of this would win her heart

He’d won before in battles
But never won the war
The blood would always wash up
On his poor old kitchen floor
He knew now to be cautious
To tread with upmost care
When searching through his closet
For skeletons lived there