in ages old, when blacksmiths bold did forge in flames that danced so bright, they never would forsake their craft, nor yield to preexplosive night. their discussions, laden with wisdom's weight, in the smoky, ember-lit gloom, were about to take up from scratch the secrets whispered, forbidden to boom. and so, i beseech thee, mighty forge, reveal those secrets dark and deep, that malicious tongues have sought to keep, where shadows lurk and evils sleep.