Legends told of a place that bore lots of smoke
"A furnace infernal that charred all" they spokeWeapons made through the blaze of an eternal fire
Such one was a Jian, forged of a gods ire
Another was a dual scythe, darker than night
Created for Death, to end lives on sight
Third was an axe, overkill and bespoke
Made to channel a demoness' wrath, it invoke
Though today this forge lies vacant and dead
The embers are burning, if just by a thread
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Scarlet's Poetry
PoesíaA collection of poems I've written while procrastinating on my other works.