Ignis Ex Saxo

As gates of will hold back against abyss

Tall towers leaving walls of thought behind

Remembrance gone, though time may fail to miss

In dragging backward, painful thoughts remind.

Though fearsome fates time foreword fails to mend

And darkness boils black below the deep

Where death and life as one through shadows rend

And dragons, dry of fire, awesome sleep.

But tearing forth the god of anger wakes

And ripping shards from open flesh he bleeds

As sleeping demons rise and shelter breaks

And hatred screaming fi'ry rage so feeds:

But bitter rain in time will quell the storm

A seething mass, in ice, regains its form.