There are five of them.
Five stages each in precise unison and certain time.
I am first entranced by the hissing.
It lures me into the coiling trap —
Never underestimate the length.
Next, I am drowned in the deepest of waters.
Wisdom erupts; Silence shakes,
Rushing waters fill my lungs.
The typhoon floats my body back atop
For the wings to take my body over the sky.
The travel is brutal: air's thin,my body's crushed not by elevation;I'm a ragdoll.
I am dropped in the heart of blazing winter.
My body, Numb to the point of no feeling.
Yet pain is real: gnaws and slashes caused by strategic honed...
Suddenly, I'm burnt.
The heat cripples and engulfs me, blinding.
I turn to ash yet a rising figure I see.
Day by day, Night by night,
This Blitzkrieg
Has only begun...
