For Whom The Hammer Tolls

Dreaming of a hammer

A slow arc of deadly intent

A shaper of metal

The clang of contact

On a wrought iron anvil

That resonates threat

The white-hot sparks

From the red-hot ingot

As it succumbs

Weighing its power

In the palm of your hand

With a smack of skin

Its dull grey mass

Balanced perfectly

On a sha...

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