Again

More?
Aught to follow, now
After Hell itself burned bright around
My cow'ring form,
Amid the shiny demons?
More, now?
To try again, to lift, to life
Though panic flight incites,
And cringing arm withdraws?
Quail? Not I...
But I, chill dread accept and turn.
Easier to face
The solitary road ahead
Than risk
Yon jagged, gaping hole,
Awaits my lifted eye!