Forged in Fire

Scraping the earth in search of the essence Metallic rock ore where iron is present Extraction smelters burn hot with phosphorescence Rivulets of sweat steam hot in the mold Splashes in magenta, yellow and gold Glowing sparks flashing too hot to hold Made for pounding a massive weight Forming metal, willing fate Power blasted streams engage the injection The mechanism reacts with affection Processing starts and so begins infection Altered shape, affected matter Giving form, an ominous factor Never break it, it will never bend The Anvil was Forged In Fire Made for pounding a massive weight Forming metal, willing fate