The fire’s intense serpentine flames
Reached high into the cold dark sky,
The hulking metal smith’s
Hammer swung true,
Sending sparks spraying far and wide.
Large beads of sweat
From his furrowed forehead
Sizzled on the anvil below,
His heart pounded wildly
Like someone beating a drum
As the fire cast an eerie glow.
The metal being shaped
And worked with great care,
Had now...
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