My great untrainable will. 
I fear your intent. 
You flow like a river on high 
without sign of relent. 

My great unbending will. 
I fatigue as your vessel. 
You take, and scantly rent. 
Damn you, in body and mind we wrestle. 

My great inextinguishable will. 
I see your flame and ask,
take me with you into the heat, 
singe my chains and burn my mask. 

I fear you less than 
I need this addition. 
I fear you less than
my fiendish need for acceptance. 
I fear you, 
but I despise the user 
I’ve become. 

Will, let me be your iron-blood container. So you’re heat may rise and know a weirder of equal metal. 

Will, I am the wick and the lantern,
You be thy oil and flame, light path less traveled and let us wonder.