The beckoning of fate

A split second sound echos through my body
The cry of two rocks desperately trying to make sparks
Storage has long run out and now overflows with the fuel I will so desperately need in times to come
A journey of hardship and loss loom ahead
as overwhelming anticipation begins to pulse through my veins
My spirit gives birth to a compulsive desire to be forged through the war that now peaks the horizon
The pressure that will reinvent me introduces its intensity  
Giving rise to a hunger that gnaws at my soul and a unbreakable will to pound at my door
A call to greatness now claws at my heart demanding to be let in

While a conqueror is stirring deep within slowly waking from a nightmare of helplessness to the reality of opportunities.