Fading Songs in the Scars

1. Pledge -- The promise to awaken the steel.
Steel waits. Silent. Cold.
Edges knife the air, untouched.
The welder doesn’t ask. He demands.

The torch spits, heat crawls forward.
Steel flinches, resists, then softens.
Nothing yet holds—The fire only teases.

The welder leans in closer,
A hand, a spark, a thought:
Melt, stretch, bend. You will hold.

Promises are not words.
They are pressure.
They are fire.
They are the strike of will against steel.

2. Together --  The collaboration of the welder and the steel.
The arc screams—jagged, relentless.
Steel groans but moves. Not willingly.
Tension fractures the air.
The welder’s hands hover, press, pull.

This is not a partnership. Not at first.
The steel fights every joint,
Every seam aches for release.

Molten fragments fall,
Bright and momentary.
The torch hisses a rhythm—Disjointed, electric, alive.

And then—alignment.
Not harmony, but recognition.
The steel bends. The welder yields.
They finish the song, one molten seam at a time.

3. About -- Reflection on the transformation and legacy.
The torch is silent.
Steel cools, hardens.
Its edges once raw, now sharp with purpose.

The scars glint, deliberate.
Not mistakes—Intentions, carved into its body.
The welder steps back, his shadow long.

This steel no longer belongs to him.
It bears him,
Yet it no longer needs him.
Every joint carries the memory of fire,
Every seam hums with the weight of its making.

The welder fades into absence,
But his touch remains,
​A trace in the steel,
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A song in the scars.