Song Of The Forge Poem by Ryan Brodesser

The forge burns hot when stoked up high

Fumes and flames reaching the sky

For armoured mail and forged steel

Hammers upon anvils sing a ringing peal.

Blades are made to create a deadly whistling song

Arrows swift and spear blades strong.

Helmets and armoured mail

Light as a feather yet stronger than a dragon's tail.

The forge burns bright into the night

To create weapons which with warriors fight

The flames flicker and roars and higher the flames soar

Likely to be seen from distant lands

From lush forest and hills to the bleak desert sands

The forge shines brightly throughout the day

Letting up plumes of fire and smoke grey

The hammers and tongs tell tales and songs

About days of old when the world was young

And the knowledge of the forge was yet to be sung

The forge smoke burns high unto the sky

Like funeral wreaths when brave men die.

Listen carefully and you will see

The song of the forge and why you are free.