Wraths

He was level-headed,
So straight-forward with facts,
Logic and morality intertwined with each a selfish act;
And in the end, it didn't come down to that.

She pleaded with her beliefs,
And bled with her determination;
He turned a blind eye,
And chose extermination.

Confrontation brought with it no salvation,
And opposing sides denied wish of accusation.
As time seemed one be the victor,
A consensus was in no arrangement without bicker.

Anger would be cast upon him,
And self-hatred would consume her,
Each with regret & drained of sanity,
Of things left unsaid for their vanity.

In time's journey and life's aging,
What would be awaiting in the aftermath,
Of these dangerous Wraths?