To rise once again

as madness begins to fade.

The brain grows sharp, 

like the edges of a blade.

Once a casualty of the

darkness below.

Like the currents of a river,

the talents can flow.

No longer caged up,

like an animal filled with rage.

Some gifts are like beasts,

they cannot be tamed.

Limitless to what can be done,

it does not have a cost.

When the path of failure is taken,

the battle has been lost.