old anvil and hammer,



coal and ember smolder

together as a glow grows

from muted cold slumber,

flame and flicking spark

fly onward after being

struck, sundered, marked,

fresh runes still glowing;

finished, she lifts it up,

grand sword of symbols,

words of power to ward

away evil, protect the People,

empowering, emboldening

whomever should wield it

to do such wondrous things.