Ok, so this is a quick poetry-fic to defeat writer's block. I am not neglecting my other story, and I'm planning on updating within the next two days so...

R&R and enjoy!Wolf out...

DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters from U.S.M, only the original poems

Iron Fist

He watches the flame.

The flame that makes him.

And thinks of them.

With pain that breaks him.

And time seems to pause.

Time that means nothing.

Compared to the pain.

Red and crushing.

But without their leaving.

How could he gain?

Without their passing.

This gifted flame.

And he'll use their gift.

To have evil diminished.

He'll be brave for them now.

The flame is extinguished.

And he puts on a smile.

Yellow mask fastened.

And he finds the strength.

The strength of a dragon.