The Blacksmith song
is hard and deep
and worked for years
in the Fire's keepAt the forge of fire
I bellow my flame
and hammer out
a life in painThe iron sings
as it falls there upon
and the sparks fly far
until the heat is goneThen dipped in coals
and drowned in light
to burn away
the impure nightHere the sword is deftly made
The oaths are sworn
The debts are paid
and death is born(September 21st, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...