Midnight

It poured,
Molten fire, essence of fear,
A warrior lashing on,
Shivering and tears.

It closed its jaws,
No escape,
A predator grabbing on,
Confusion and fear.

A silence, a serenity, a mighty hand subdued,
The fire was quenched,
A mystic, a watcher, a living strength imbued,
The beast was tamed.

To run with lions, to know no fear,
To be like a child, that leaps like a deer.

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