Forged in fire, the flames never quell,
Again and again we suffer the pain,
A fitting thing Earth reminds us of Hell,
Don’t look to the sky, it’s not gonna rain,
Here in the furnace, here on the pyre,
Tossed in the mix to burn and to melt,
So be brave my darling, all you desire,
Is already here but it needs to be felt,
A soul in the making, life for the trying,
Though we are magic the end is to rust
Shake off the ashes, the body is dying,
A soul forged in fire returning to dust.

JDoyle