Demons of Heroes

And thus it is that demons rise

Our muscles on to drive.

As we thunder on to win the prize,

On the searing pain we thrive.

The numbing ache is hardly felt

For we unswerving strive.

Though the rain and hail does on us pelt,

Raging to beat us down,

It helps our souls to smelt

If by our strength we do not drown.

By our mere sheer will

We wear the crown

Of one who proudly still

Defeats the things that lie before,

His need for strength to fill.

We march on as those of lore,

We chase a fevered dream,

Building strength and pressing on,

‘Till we as heroes seem.