A Trial By Fire
The candles burned
My stomach churned
The light was weak and then it grew
A trial by fire
The smell of ash grew thicker
The steps of feet sounded quicker
The sound of machinery rattling off in the distance
A trial by fire
The bag was lifted from my head
And there it lay, thrashing its teeth of lead
The blade from my sheath I drew
A trial by fire
It lunged at me, with ferocious power
I was becoming exhausted within the hour
It threw it’s head back, and then I knew
A trial by fire
Such a beast could not be stopped
This was the belief that I would adopt
My blade was put away
A trial by fire
The beast, a problem it bore
More problems than before
The beast was me, and I, the beast
A trial by fire
The blade would have not worked
The beast was irked
No more solutions than before
A trial by fire
I walked to the beast and touched its head
And it softly returned to its bed
The problems before
Plagued it no more
Don’t face the problem, and it is said
That it will grow ten more heads
Face the problem now and you will see
That it will slumber easily
