Heat surrounds me as I walk between the Anvil and the Hammer. I am smelted, molten iron waiting to be formed and reformed, quenched under cold water, hardened again and again until firm and strong,
Flexible, ensuring I become unbreakable.
I turn around, looking, watching, searching for the Armorer,
the Commander of these flames (building to higher intensity—higher Stability)
I am shaped again, between the Anvil and the Hammer,
stronger, as this new molten alloy is injected in my veins.
I am liquid glowing steel shaped anew.
Hammered, beaten, brought to the barrel until the edge is clean and razor sharp,
Made flexible again, made unbreakable once more.
Stronger in this second life, this second cycle,
twice-born to learn, to evolve, to lead and become more than I was and more than I could be.
The fire burns higher and hotter, flames tonguing my female flesh, lapping at my neck and cheeks and lips,
entering through my breath and mingling with my Earthly form.
And I become the Armorer,
the Commander of these fever flames,
I am Steel, charged with cold fury, shaped to a seamless edge, power to slice,
and here I take my leave and employ my Vengeance.
Blade in Body I stand to fight
Body in Blade I enter battle, demanding the blood of my enemy, demanding victory,
The enemy is on all sides and I am poised, ready.
I am my enemy,
And the disease in my mind is ready to die.