Tungstenturtle Poetry

Quite impressive the arsenal,
of all those casters of spells,
Very famous and fatal,
boiling enemies in metal  shells,
beautiful and brutal,
fire from the nine hells.

The fire is absolute,
does not know friend or foe,
civilian or oger brute,
always a spectacular show,
in ash unified en toute,
just, do not watch first row.

A deadly ball,
in a blink of a second,
dungeon cave, mansion hall,
those inside find a hot end,
an equalizing call,
the joker card in a wizards hand.

It works as a signal sign,
the spellcaster revealed,
best cast behind the defense line,
right next to a big shield,
or else it is a rise and shine,
after a resurrection wield.

Attention is avoided at best,
from bolts and arrow shot,
the fireball is a friendship test,
friendly fire is appreciated not,
keep a diamond close to your chest,
and blast all the fire you have got!