Molten metal, extracted from the bowels of the earth, by feverish sweat of the brow.
Copper mingled with tin, then joined by subtle craft.
Fired and forged by practiced fingers.
Molded to suit mind and spirit.
Polished to a high sheen; in preparation for the patina. Fiery, shadowy, cold and dark.
Inscribed and enchanted, rune-scripted, dark mystery imbued with mystical light, death turned to life, impassive to immortal.
A binding, a setting, a holy signet.
Secret reminder; hidden in plain sight.
Bound by oath. Born of fire. Life stored in the midst of death, mysterious and dark resurrection.
Hope in despair, courage in the face of failure, portal to life for use by the dead.
On the covenant finger worn, cast only sparingly, never to fail its bearer.
Called upon in life or in death, forever summoning the wise and restless spirit of Solomon.
