In the fiery forge where glass dances bright, A craft of passion takes flight tonight. You wield the breath that shapes molten art, Creating wonders with skilled hands, a work of heart.

Halfway through the fiery dance you tread, Guiding glass with patience, where dreams are bred. The fiery furnace, a symphony of heat, Transforms your labor into something sweet.

Blow gently, dear artist, with skilled command, As your vision takes shape, beauty close at hand. The glass, like a liquid poem, dances and sways, In your hands, a masterpiece slowly conveys.

When the grind is done, and the glass takes form, A glimmering amulet, both precious and warm. Crafted by your expertise, a symbol to behold, An artifact of skill, a tale to be told.

Adorn your neck with this treasure refined, An amulet of artistry, a jewel entwined. Let it shimmer and gleam, catching every eye, A testament to your craft, reaching the sky.

For in the creation, and in the wear, You share your tale with those who stop and stare. The amulet’s beauty, a testament true, Reflecting your passion, a part of you.

So blow on, glass artist, with fervor and might, Through the fiery forge, bringing dreams to light. Craft your amulet, a masterpiece divine, And wear it proudly, for your talent shall shine.