An orb of fire
Looking back at the person I was, I waved to that human I have lost. The huge orb of fire I encompass, Fiery so much that people fear to grasp. A plethora of blotches I have sustained. Regularly a few more are added, But I have a skirmish spirit and survived. Earlier I was scared with this fire I possessed, But blemishes are essential, the time suggests. To shine like the sun it's important to get burned. Because shackles are not easily detached. Something has to be paid to own a reward, Deeds are counted before you are crowned, And win the shining potent sword.