By Fire

Forged in the fires of Mount Awesome, By Fire has crept from the deepest crevices of molten stone to deliver unto the masses an epic tale of fury and passion - the bloody remnants of an ancient battle - that which is "METAL," the fruit of the loins of brutality. We like pie.



IV



The dove descending breaks the air



With flame of incandescent terror



Of which the tongues declare



The one discharge from sin and error.



The only hope, or else despair



Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre—



To be redeemed from fire by fire.



Who then devised the torment? Love.



Love is the unfamiliar Name



Behind the hands that wove



The intolerable shirt of flame



Which human power cannot remove.



We only live, only suspire



Consumed by either fire or fire.



T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding.