A fierce vindictive scribble of red.

Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-west died away; / Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz bay.

I'm not a vindictive kind of guy.

If I have to be fierce, I'll be fierce.

Still ailing, Wind? Wilt be appeased or no?

Reads verse and thinks she understands.