Glowing steel, I know your tricks. Hissing like an angry cobra will not give you his fangs; Only I can do that and in my own time. You hate the flame, the blinding white heat, maybe, glowing steel, you hate me. It hardly matters; your hate is a sputtering flame amidst a floodwater. You will bear my power as well as my love; a man of my choosing will proudly make you the key to his life. Your sister was such a key. she rode the hip of a man forged of steel himself; crossed the vast Amazon where a chief offered five pigs and a good sturdy blowgun. But the man of steel knew well that my children ride only with men of my choosing. She was there that night when the water rushed like an ancient army, swept his defiant little camp into the arms of the deep and inky flow of the river meandering along without a care for the man dying in a downy cocoon deep below its surface. his mind grasped futilely for your sister till his hands caught up to the game, And your sister, my child, she opened the cocoon at one slice. the man of steel lost his camp and two good friends to that lumbering, indifferent river, but he and your sister returned to thank me, as if I needed thanks. Such a man will carry you and when he meets his river, whatever it may be, he will draw the key to his life and you will not fail him; My power will be yours.