. Worth Disguised The hammer lifts, the anvil rings, The room with screaming noises brings __A torture, here inflicted. The bellows pump, the fire smokes, A prodding chisel pries and pokes. __This trial seems unscripted. The flames blaze hot, the subject melts, No pain like this has e’er been felt __In testing, deep afflicted. The searing kiln, the scorching stone, Has broken to the inmost bone. __A downfall here depicted. In silence now, the flames dead cold __Once melted stone ____Now precious gold. . . Christiana Thomas is a homeschooled 12th grade student in Oregon.