The burning sparks
fly out
like birds from a cage

A natural disaster
of mini explosions
a lasting devastation
from the battle of metal

The spinning blades
continue to move
cutting the steel piping
that is now a steaming red

A snarling hiss
like the growl of a beast
spins and echoes
around the workbench

The power tools so hot
that the plastic warning stickers
are melting
from its adhesive glue

The harsh contrast
between the warm glow
and the eternal darkness
gives the impression of
angry warlords
clashing swords
on the coldest of days

Their anger quickly
spewing lava from their lips
burning all
that may fall in its way

The metal pieces
being scattered
are reminders of an
intense passion
both uncontrolled
and dangerous