The raging beast ,across it sweeps
Up it roared ,in smoke and flame
Now running scared , none now sleeps
We fight for life , the beast we tame

The sun is hot , our bodies weary
For days on end , this is our way
Its not for all , for most its scary
In soot of black , for rest we lay

My helmet for my pillow
And black soot for my bed
I dream of shade from a willow
But the forest , it is dead

Of twenty four , eighteen we spend
Our faces black , our feet so sore
We know no stop ,until the end
The firey one, you live no more

Written by E.M.rushton.
Aug 4th 2018