Scarlet's Poetry

Forge

Legends told of a place that bore lots of smoke
"A furnace infernal that charred all" they spoke

Weapons 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