the steel sings under my hands
layers folding like ancient secrets
the hammer falls to shape purpose
heat and sweat become my language
in the glow of the embers' breath
strength is born from relentless pressure
not broken but molded, resilient
a reflection of the mountains within
damascus runs through my veins
veins twist like stories in the blade
each ripple a whisper of survival
every edge honed against hardship
i am both creator and created
both the fire and its tempered result
a dance of destruction and rebirth
leaving beauty carved in sharp memory
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What a great metaphor taken to its limit also forged and tempered under the poet's hand. Well done Gray
Thanks Soren always appreciate your feedback
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