Member Poem

A frame of steel, a breath of dust,
A bond unbent, a love unjust.
The metal sings, the metal sways,
Yet never breaks beneath the fray.

The weight of wounds, the weight of time,
The echoes sharp, the silent crime.
Each moment forged, each whisper tight,
A war between the dark and light.

A body firm, a will untamed,
A whispered oath, a name unclaimed.
The past may press, the storms may call,
Yet nothing bends that does not fall.

And though the years may rust the chains,
And though the bones may bear the stains,
The steel still hums, the steel still sighs,
Unbroken, fierce—where metal lies.