The Woods Are Burning Poem by Sven Rhoads

Smoke is twisted and tangled with the evening sky
The gods are on fire and cannot help us now
Each horizon is burning a crimson red
Its out of our hands, the coming fight
Branches reaching to the stars and the moon
Cry for the earth that becomes an ashy desert
Eyes are fixated on what comes this way
Gather your strength, hell is at our door

Safe within the eye of the storm
All around the woods are burning
Once a proud vision collapses within
By the fools who jump the gun

Embers crushed beneath the warriors boots
Angels fall to the ground and die
The future to be is approaching us fast
The earthquakes are getting ever worse
Leaves turning to cinders on the wind
Weeping no more those tears of sulfur
Gripping my sharp iron determination
Gather the courage, embrace dragon's breath

And the wheel of time must turn
Regardless if we see tomorrow
Remember to discover yourself
And you shall die without regret

So bathe in the fire when the woods are burning
And take the chaos to become your strength
A warrior is not made when the rest is plenty
But when one faces tomorrow no matter the odds