The Temple of Iron

Poem about my favorite hobby

A Temple of Iron prevails at Doom’s gate

Grunts and thunder fill the halls, amending man’s fate

The ire of stoic hearts transpire, rising higher

Fragmenting flesh to depart from the wretched mire

An arsenal of spears and hammers for grinders

Plates, benches and racks! Our Gods have never been kinder!

Feel the steel and toil with myths and legends

Strive for any mark! Love, Hate or Vengeance

As you hustle you’ll raise robust muscle

A utility fit for puzzle and tussle

Ne’er buckle or bend, you’re heart pumps pristine iron

Our edifice subsists with you, our ardent scion

Your blood, sweat and tears will be remembered

So long as your embers and steel remain tempered

Author's Note

Say what you wish :)