The Forge
The air is filled to the brim
with a heavy heat, and flashes
of smokey sparks, fireflies
wafting through the tiny room.
Coals of yellow, red, orange
form the centerpiece, a table
serving tempered steel, folded
by learned hands into perfection.
The metal does not glisten, glows
rather, possessed by the rising
sun, symbol of its motherland,
another elegant katana is born.
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