Rising Steel Poem by Alex Fischer

Darkness creeps around the shadows
As night encompasses his mind
All he can think of his death and sorrow
A voice whispers to him in the night
'Raise the steel and find the light.'

Searching through the notes, the papers
He tries to find some kind of clue
Yet it was buried in death forever
With a little word that includes two
All the while a voice whispers
'Raise the steel and it will heal.'

Racking his mind through the endless memories
Retracing his steps down every path
He tries to find some kind of answer
Yet all he can see his eternal black
And in this time a lone voice whispers
'Raise the steel and never turn back! '

Grief casts over him as he lays in shame
His thoughts grow dreary, his heart is lame
All is lost to him even his name
At this time a cold voice whispers
'Raise the steel and take a new path.'

Days rush by him and he does not care
He has no memories of these days but despair
A hunger for liberation gathers in the air
He breathes it in and is filled with it there
As a creeping voice whispers
'Raise the steel and see who cares.'

He only finds solace in the night
Indeed his mind is filled with spiked
He no longer knows what is right
And as he travels away from the light
A homely voice whispers
'Raise the steel and do what is right.'

Now as Rivers of scarlet stain his hands
And as he sits in darkness following the dark winds
Seeking a new place to place his bands
Traveling deeper into the trenches
A warming voice whispers, senses
'Raise the steel and start a new life.'

As the raging storm roars on into the night
And the screams in his head rage on with delight
He grasps his temples with staggering force
Trying to come to a pact of peace with the voice
That relentless voice that whispers to him evermore
'Raise the steel and never shall you die.'

The man gripped that steel every night in his hand
For twenty years the scarlet rivers never dry did they once ran
They flowed on endlessly every single night
And the voice, not so far away, laughed with delight
At the man while he was in his great plight
This near voice wickedly whispers to him this night
'Raise the steel and surrender your soul tonight! '