Steel to Me,
In it’s molten and hardened state it’s both fierce and extremely demanding.
Almost volcanic, poured from the furnace of man made eruptions, a liquid cauldron of iron & carbon.
Forged , formidable strength that cools colder than ice between the forced grip of each hand.
This powerful tensile will stop bullets, create an armoured clad fortress.
To me steel is the deafening noise that resists.
It’s a harsh environment, work guarantees your muscles are aching to a point your body feels like breaking.
It argues, it’s visious and never gives in. It’s dragged kicking and screaming to a point you take your first trim.
It’s a beast of an animal that wants to attack, it hasn’t got teeth yet still wants to bite.
It slices, it cuts, it’s powerful & dangerous, it demands total respect or prepares to maim even destroy you.
I suppose steel is the bedlam of a steel operator not the sleek shiny lustre you’ve all become accustomed.
“Welcome to my World, it’s brutal”
L D Wright
“Not all men of Steel wear capes over skinsuits”