Measuring

A poem based on a book series I wrote

Burning from within I feel the heat,

As it wraps around me like a glove. 

The agony sears down to my feet,

Then shoots up far above.

Writhing in nothingness, knowing only pain,

It is here, that heroes wain. 

It's not for every soul, to face this test,

Nor for every hurdle to be so grand.

This act is reserved, only for the best,

Truly designed, to break a man.

For deep in the bosom of Hell,

No quality, will serve you well. 

For it is brother against brother, 

A sight oh so old. 

Breaking one another,

A story over told. 

For no pain is greater than love lost,

A fight all must win, no matter the cost.

Here at the edge of sanity,

Where men make grand tales,

We remember only vanity,

as hate, unfurls its sails.

For it is a ship that knows no equal,

Fueled only by our evil. 

Here we measure our souls,

And here, we meet our goals.

Reviews

[HappyTaylor]

I missed reading your writing. :) This is beautiful.