The light in the woods ahead

As the world grows dim,
And my realm spreads grim,
I could bleed out.
I could see outside my mind.
Through the will of a mortal, a theme of corporeal doom.
I waste away in the dark and the gloom,
Afraid of the light of the change needed soon.
But I will glow with the light of a glacier in the sun.
Persistent in glory, though fading yet some.
Mind over matter.
The battle for wits
I climb up the ladder for the glory of it.
I train my soul for the blood and the gore,
Of beating my mind in title and score.
A break in the woods ahead.
The light approaches.
My training please carry
My soul into the soot of dread.
So I may come out alive in the end.

O!

The light approaches.