The furnace blasts hot on tempest’s land
And throws him into hell
He’ll walk through shadeless valleys yet
And counter none with show.
There are but few who can survive
The ripping of the soul
But in the end he will stand forth
As one who can forego.
The test before him lies as such:
He must last through it all
And then come out the other side
No lasting of the blows.
Years later in ordeal begun
Its testing to endure
The tempest gives a final test
He gains o’er all his foes.
Books by Marty