The Great Forge

Hammer of god on anvil striketh,

Sparks doth rain down,

Within the fiery climate,

Of the forge that lieth underground. 

Blue steel of alchemy,

That glitters as starlight,

Above the tower balcony,

Ever glowing bright. 

No mere folly of man could compare,

To the blade here forged,

No finer have been know the wares,

But in this castle gorge. 

Jewels doth glitter in the walls,

Riches neglected and wasted,

So numerous studding the cavern halls,

Ever standing testament to what is made. 

Woe to the coming day,

And to the dreadful hour,

When the hammer shall be put away,

And no more will burn the fire!