Forged In Fire

Anvil

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