In red intensity of heat
Sweat pouring in great drops
Among the hiss of steam
I myself forged these nails,
Rough, rugged, brutal.
With my consummate skill
Toiling before the furnace
I formed this spearhead,
Sharp, jagged, brutal.
This iron will savour flesh
To liberate rare blood
And loose lustrant water.
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