With time the embers died,
inside the forge grew dim.
Yet; one last spark reside,
was running around the rim.
Then building up inside,
explosion was quite grim.
Its flames shot far and wide,
left forge with glowing trim.
Then boiled over side,
in mind you’ll take a swim.
Then wonder if I lied,
that chance is not so slim.
The words not be denied
of creation on a whim!
Its flames once again cried,
as sweat pours off my limb.
Craft things to put aside,
for prying eyes to skim.
Now I will be your guide,
like glory’s greatest hymn.
It’s time to look inside,
at thoughts I have within.
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