Twisted creatures made of sulphur and fire
erupt from the forge, blinding and anew,
clutching at the rags of flesh and attire.
Flames and molten metal their gnarled maws spew
grasping, frantic like escaping a mire.
From which strange realm did these wild beasts break through
to forges to create, to inspire
as soot from their breath begins to accrue.
Dangerous to counter, bold and daring
wild explosions when killed, their final curse.
Holding together, true force uncaring
and flames their mighty cudgel to coerce
a tyranny from ashes unerring -
brings pain that cannot be put into verse.