Dance Through the Inferno

In the forest dark, where shadows reign,
I run, a dancer bound by chains.
The trees, like twisted sentinels, stand tall,
Their branches claws, that grasp and maul.

Each step I take, the ground ignites,
A fiery path through haunted nights.
The leaves beneath my feet, like embers glow,
As I weave through hell's infernal show.

The air is thick, a searing breath,
Each gust a whisper of living death.
The forest floor, a bed of coals,
Scorching deep into my soul.

My skin, once whole, now seared and torn,
Each scar a memory, pain reborn.
The wounds they leave, forever raw,
Bleeding truths no one ever saw.

Through flaming arches, I twist and turn,
A dance of agony, my body burns.
The forest screams, a symphony of pain,
A reminder that no peace will reign.

Yet in this dance, there's strength to find,
In scars that mark both flesh and mind.
For every wound, though never healed,
Is testament to the pain revealed.

The forest dark, my stage of strife,
Reflects the battles of my life.
And as I run, through fire and ash,
I wear my scars, a burning sash.

In the heart of hell, I find my pace,
A dance of endurance, a relentless race.
For though my wounds may never close,
I rise, from agony, a phoenix arose.