The Blacksmith song
is hard and deep
and worked for years
in the Fire's keep

At the forge of fire
I bellow my flame
and hammer out
a life in pain

The iron sings
as it falls there upon
and the sparks fly far
until the heat is gone

Then dipped in coals
and drowned in light
to burn away
the impure night

Here the sword is deftly made
The oaths are sworn
The debts are paid
and death is born

(September 21st, 2017)