Standing forward
In full power
Stepping up
As high as a tower
Wielding the hammer
Clear as a bell
I stand to attention
At the gates of Hell
Slamming them shut
Declaring it ended
Not one thing muttered
Nor left defenceless
Impaling the dragon
Turning off the gases
The light is risen.
I’ll bask there in it
Reverently kneeling
In victorious ashes
Little Wren 