The Alchemy of Mars

The Alchemy of Mars

Fire born fury, steel in the veins,
A blade that cuts, yet also sustains.
Mars, the warrior, fierce and untamed,
Strikes the stone where gold is claimed.

First, the breaking—destruction’s embrace,
Tearing the mask, unmaking the face.
Illusions crumble, the old self dies,
Ashes and embers, a Phoenix must rise.

Then, the burning—heat in the core,
Pain is the crucible, shaping the ore.
Anger ignites, but hidden within,
Lies the spark where rebirth begins.

Next, the forging—hammer and spark,
Flesh into iron, light into dark.
Through every wound, through every scar,
Mars carves the will to carry you far.

Finally, the tempering—fire turns to grace,
Discipline, wisdom, a warrior’s face.
Not ruled by rage, nor bound by chains,
But sharpened steel that love sustains.

Mars is the fire, Mars is the pain,
Mars is the storm that cleanses the stain.
Through war and ruin, the soul is set free—
The alchemy of Mars, the mastery of me.