The heat beneath the feet does not bother. I will walk. The sharp rocks that turned solid from molten fire does not hurt, I will walk. The smoke that clouds the castle, the castle that I belong in, does not bother. I will walk. For I am finally steps away from where I need to be. I will embrace this liquid gold as warmth. Warmth to soothe me from the icy storms I crossed. A bright welcome in the darkest hour of night. As the sparks from the fire explode around, I see the same joy in the fire as I see in me. They celebrate with me and for me. So I will walk, as I am finally where I am meant to be.