Steel Poem by Paul Jonathan Stertz

In ancient times, masters of their trade
Changed the world by what they made.
Hell-bent on their somber mission
Hammering, pounding into submission
Cold elements removed from the land
Cunningly folding and welding by hand
Twisted rods of iron dark
Neath anvil's ring and showering sparks
Shaping these ores pulled from the sod
Into tools of power fit for the gods.

The hands that tamed this frightful mystery
Immortalized on pages of history
Northmen from lands of ice and cold
Warriors in Eastern dynasties of old
Shadowy assassins, knights and kings
Lived by the sword and knew its ring.
An heirloom treasured for generations;
A symbol of strength to smite the nations.
Under its cold hard fist the world would reel
And bow to the warlords who wielded steel.