Copper anvils ring like darkness.
The perfect metal,
crystalline glass,
shines like angels wings.
The vibrations threaten creation,
each resonating note growling, baring its teeth,
fighting the quiet.

Silence is the enemy,
Silence is the savage.
Each anvil covers the silence
with the sound of rifle fire and marching boots.
Fire leaches through the metal
like acid or magnetism.
Hatred leaches through men like the particles of deep space.

Copper anvils ring with the sound of war.
Eternal and unending.