Dare you see a soul at the "White Heat"?

Dare you see a Soul at the "White Heat"?
Then crouch within the door -
Red - is the Fire's common tint -
But when the quickened Ore

Hasvanquished sated Flame's conditions -
itShe quivers from the Forge
Without a color, but the Light
Of unannointed Blaze -

Least Village, boasts it's Black - smith[^a1] -
Whose Anvil's even ring
Stands symbol for the finer Forge
That soundless tugs - within -

[^a1: Black - smith | Blacksmith]

Refining these impatient Ores
With Hammer, and with Blaze
Until the designated Light
Repudiate the Forge -