Secret Spells

The Knot of Failure

I can see that coming, far from the creepy town,

Wild and mad into my consciousness every single time.

Whenever I tend to move, out of this insanity,

Pulling me from behind with knot stuck for eternity.

The monster from that eerie town, so wild,

With rage that's heard through every thought, compiled.

It haunts my mind, a constant weight,

A memory of battles fought in a failed state.

No matter where I turn, its presence looms,

Its grip so tight, a knot that dooms.

It pulls me down into the abyss,

A damning mark that forever persists.

But in this struggle, I shall not falter,

For failure is a teacher, not an altar.

And though this monster seems so dire,

My spirit burns with a passion like fire.

With every setback, every loss I'll bear,

For in each failure, there's a chance to repair.

And when I rise again, with spirit unbound,

I'll break free from the monster that holds me down.