"Trial of the Divine"

the Strength

Abstract

Trial by Fire

Carved from stone, a body divine,
A temple built through trial, through time.
Yet sinew cracks where fate has torn,
A vessel reshaped, both blessed and worn.

Fire licks the edges bright,
A crown of chaos, burning light.
A god of muscle, bound by thread,
Half in life, half with the dead.

Turn me upright, I stand tall,
Turn me downward, I still don’t fall.
Faith and fate, their hands entwined,
Strength and ruin, both aligned.