Resurrected mineral ashes into heat sown,
Oxygen-freed crucible breathless with air,
Birth the iron age, its molten element heir.
Vulcan skillfully hammers iron pillows for
His offspring’s cradle mined in Earth’s core,
Cooled in tempered fire, quenched in water.
Iron, the shining face in antiquity’s mirror,
Whose steel lineage can sharpen one other,
Whose furnace crafted from refining stone.