Battle cries dance
Among my frantic state of mind
Every inch of me quivers
At the whim of anticipation

Calamity takes off
Atop great fiery pillars
And I brace for impact
Trembling, beneath its blinding glow

A gift
Is to be mangled yet spared
To rest beyond
The blast radius
To draw breath
Despite your jagged limbs

I am grateful to bask
In deep crimson streams
With the hope of rescue
Still within my reach