Demonic Hammer

In shadows deep where darkness thrives,
A hammer forged in demon hives.
Its handle wrapped in sinister chains,
An evil force that none restrains.

With flames that dance upon its head,
A demonic hammer, born and bred.
In hellish fires, it found its birth,
A weapon feared across the earth.

Its strikes resound with thunder's roar,
A symphony of pain it will implore.
In hands that grasp its cursed might,
It brings forth chaos, endless night.

The anvil of the underworld's embrace,
Shaped this weapon, leaving no trace.
Forged in malice, fueled by ire,
A demonic hammer, a cursed pyre.

Beware the echoes of its dread,
As it hungers for the souls it's fed.
A wicked tool of demonic might,
In shadows deep, it seeks the fight.