The Silver Flame Wrench

The wind howled, scattering stars across the sapphire night
As rumours flowed
Like a glistening river through the twilight
Rumours about a weapon with the power to heal the broken
A weapon that went by the name of
The silver flame wrench

They say the wrench was created by Hephaestus himself
Born by his divine dancing amber flames that turned ornate silver
They say the purest moon melted
Casting droplets of the radiant elixir into the amber flames to create
The wonderful worldly wrench

The wrench is magically drawn to only the skilled mechanics
I have heard stories of this wrench, but never did I think
That I would wield such a powerful weapon
Power surges smoothly through the wrench like a teal running river
As it sings it song and comes to the rescue

And when the work is complete,
The wrench sits and casts a proud eye along the healing machines
As luminous hope gleams as radiant and dazzling as
My magnificent silver flame wrench