at the bridge, spinning that wheel, or taking that control...
past the lake, and past the iron heart of that beast--
we accidentally awakened it, stirring up within its' entrails;
first, the flood..
and second, it breathed fire at us.
it scorched us nearly to a crisp, alive;
but this time we made our escape.
our prayer now is that we don't have to go back there ever again.