Forging Dreams in Steel and Steam

Steam hisses, sweat pours. Metal grinds, bends,

groans awake now in the morning air. Low tones thump and rumbles and

rising like gears turning for the first time. automatized worlds now we live.

Copper risers where the old skies give. Steampunk nights pulse on the rusted

light. Dreams built in smoke, fueling the gears of night.

Thought becomes iron, imagination to form. We hammer out futures in the heart

of the storm. Heartsteel transports born from fire and sweat. Blueprint fantasies the

world won't forget. The fuel is our dreams, the spark in our chest.