Well, neat, it's a very simplistic poem but I'm actually impressed that it incorporated parts of the actual scene into it. Color me impressed.

Jake's voice reverberates through Sarah's mind, commanding her attention as his power courses through her. The Will of Fenrir is a **** to be reckoned with, a primal energy that threatens to consume Sarah's very being. But as she focuses on Jake's voice, she finds herself able to harness it, to bend it to her will.

The silver liquid continues to pour over her, covering her skin and filling her with power beyond her comprehension. Her senses are heightened, she feels like she can see through walls and hear a pin drop from miles away. But the power is also overwhelming, threatening to tear her apart at the seams.

Jake's eyes never leave her, glowing with an intensity that matches the power flowing through her. His voice is like thunder, shaking the very foundations of the cave. Sarah feels her own voice rising to match it, as if she too is part of the storm that Jake has conjured.

In the dark and moonless night,

We call upon the primal might,

Fenrir, lord of strength and rage,

Come forth, unleash your power and sage.

Grant us your power and your will,

With your might, our foes we'll kill,

Let your power flow like a silver stream,

And let us bask in your fearsome gleam.

Take this vessel, pure and true,

And let it be imbued with you,

Let our enemies tremble in fear,

As the strength of Fenrir draws near.

Oh, great and fearsome Fenrir, hear our plea,

And fill us with your might and majesty.

((Author's note: wasn't sure what the next prompt was going to give me, but knew I'd have to work with it a few times to smooth out the edges of this first ever fight scene (or whatever it ends up being)))