Dangerously hard hitting, a wisp of dust that vanishes on the faintest of breaths. Intrigued, I use the utmost caution on my approach. Stealth is the key with the gentlest of touch, breath held in anticipation of events to come. Fearlessly I grip the beast in iron fist unafraid yet tense in my approach. Beware the sting within, this takes no prisoners. Nerves rattle on sweated brow, a lid unscrewed so slow yet with deliberate pause. I breath a breathe with eyes shut tight whilst, lips pursed to inhale vapours within. A nothingness hits flared nostril then earth circles in nasal depth deep onto waiting palate. Her burn unfolds with mighty fury making me recoil for but a second, I want to know this beast to tame the fear I hold. The elephant it is not instead it diverts mind to scorched sands. A tad ammonia faint but true becons you inside, trust not your fears my friend. Opaque smoke dances in the nose, mucus runs with abundance yet you want its taste more. A singular shot to pain receptors coil in brain as eyes wide open. A stare within, a wry smile, the beast no longer haunts your mind. Tread softly softly and you will see this beast is tamed by you and me. I fear thee not, I won the game and beat the spirit far within.