My agony begins in the heart of the earth,
Where I lie hidden, bounded to my ore.
You unearth me with your irresistible flames,
Breaking my bonds, forging me anew.
Upon the anvil, your hammer strikes,
Each blow reshaping me, distorting my form.
I bear the weight of your ambition,
Enduring the unbearable pain of transformation.
Do you feel remorse for the fire\'s wrath?
For the molten torment that shapes my path?
Even after reforming, the ache persists,
A silent scream echoing through time.
Years pass, and I lose my luster,
My strength wanes, my purpose fades.
Yet you gather me, smelt me down,
Recycle my essence in your relentless forge.
And so, I am trapped—an eternal loop,
Condemned to suffer, to rust, to endure.
Steel, forged in pain, forever reborn,
A silent witness to humanity\'s relentless quest.