caught hot flashes
by surprise
embattling embers
flecked brimstone flies
brush with demise
spawns new lives
sparks of spirit
batting lashes
of inner eyes
my mithryl will
death not dashes
when within inches
of harkened hearses
what doesn’t kill
merely gashes
these welded wounds
armor unabashed
and from this kiln
emboldened brashness
feigned fanged flames
fierceness crashes
my mithryl will
through oven’s fires
from kiln-born clashes
my renewed prize
from ardent ashes
i arise

About Brad Werner

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