Iron Bones

In the realm of iron bones and steel,

Where engines roar and gears reveal,

A symphony of metal, cold and strong,

A world where the heartbeats belong.

Rusted memories, stories entwine,

In the corridors where shadows pine.

Bolts and rivets, the sinews tight,

Holding dreams in the silent night.

Machines whisper of times gone by,

Of toil and triumph, of reaching the sky.

An industrial hymn, both harsh and grand,

In every echo, a soulful pang.

In their silent strength, we dwell.

In this fortress of the steel and stone,

We carve our future, alone, unknown.