(Intro)
Born into a crucible
Burning in a crucible
This world is a crucible
It will change you—crucible
Thrown into a crucible
Melting in a crucible
Immolating crucible
Mentallurgy—crucible
(Interlude)
Pushed into the crucible
Gonna scorch me—crucible
Purify me—crucible
Learned to love the crucible.
Find me in the crucible
Refining me—crucible
Becoming new—crucible
Rising from the crucible
(Bridge)
(Solo)
Crucible
Crucible
Crucible
Crucible
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, January 16, 2026.
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Note to Orchidee: Now you see why I don't turn the "light" on! 🤣
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- Comment from author about the poem: A Freaky Friday Frolic soft release. 🖤🔥 Also, the new single Necromancy Sublime is now officially out and available on all major (and most minor) streaming platforms. Along with Crucible, it’s part of Dark Alchemy, my forthcoming album under the project name TragicLife. Listen wherever you stream: https://open.spotify.com/track/1hq7j8OZjye2P3zATczSWT?si=76c3f8a716e64ce3
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Quite the song this poetic write it speaks of welcoming the fire and enduring the refining. Each rock easier to remain what it is yet so much more valuable when refined. This poem pounds with each utterance of the word crucible like a blacksmiths hammer on the anvil shaping weapons for the war against life. Embrace the fire the flame the crucible, the process makes one stronger and more valuable
Soren, beautifully said. Fire, repetition, and endurance all serve the same purpose here…not destruction, but becoming. Your reading honors the process at the heart of the song, and I’m grateful for it. 🔥🖤🎶🙏
Only one question (I got a little claustrophobic, as I am wont to do, in the crucible🙃) Is that portrait of a handsome fella up there you, Tristan?
Despite my phobia, powerful image, that crucible......
😂 Dave, you caught me—Guilty as charged! 😝 It is me. And your reaction fits perfectly. The crucible isn’t a place anyone wants to linger, but I’m glad the image and the song still worked for you. Much appreciated!. 🔥🖤🎶🙏
Quite the ingenious topographical mapping of the soul. 🙏🕊️
Very 80s vibe there. And just a hint of Gollum at the end. Covered all the bases🕊️🙏
Thank you, my friend! That phrase “topographical mapping of the soul” really lands for me. The crucible as terrain rather than event feels exactly right. And yes…there may be a faint Gollum echo lurking in the shadows, precious. 😄 🔥🖤🎶🙏
You in the dark there?! lol. Good write T.
Ohh, I can't deal with words like 'topographical' this time of the morning! lol.
😂 Guilty on all counts, Orchi. At this time in the morning, I am sipping a topographical coffee...aka, a home cold-brewed coffee with ice and Pistachio Cream on top. 🤣 Appreciate you, my friend. 🔥🖤🎶🙏
One could say flammable? 🤣 Fabulous
🤣🔥 Oh...definitely! Like poof, up in flames! 🔥 Glad you enjoyed it, dearest Teddy! 🔥🖤🎶🙏
Born into a crucible for sure! Are we being prepared for something?
Nothing like some music to bring more life to the words.
Indeed! And that is the question, right? Whether every single fire blast is divinely ordained or not, I have my doubts, but I do have faith we are. Regardless of that, it shapes us for sure. Thank you so much, my friend. I really glad the music aided it. Indeed! Music and poetry are a chef's kiss combination! Much appreciated. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Is every single fire blast divinely ordained? That`s a great question. I have my doubts too. Where did the first impulses to do "evil" come from? The search goes on! (Am I even asking the "right" question?!)
Are we ever asking the right questions? Well, yes...odds of large numbers, right? But how often are we? Indeed, our philosophical minds continue to sojourn on! LOL!
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