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...