Rise...From the depths of deepest darkness I shall rise,. Again it's a simple three verse poem, but this time it's about someone who's in a good place but they end up falling back to old ways because of outside influences affecting their lifestyle.
Climbing up to embrace the empathy of fiery eyes.
To grace the glory of the golden griffin who gnaws,
For in my heart he hearkens for me to harness him,
As I face the mirror of my own malicious flaws.
From the pits of palest pittance I shall rise,
Ascending up to seize the sympathy of harsh skies.
To bear the burden of the black basilisk who bites,
For in my soul he summons for me to strike him,
As I tear the fabric of my own fallible rites.
From the chasms of cruelest calm I shall rise,
Scaling up to clasp the calamity of acrid cries.
To ease the effort of the emerald eagle who erodes,