The Blacksmith
The Blacksmith toiled on nothing less
Than space within the hour,
His anvil was the nothingness,
His hammer was the power.
He smelted matter long ago
Till darkness dull and bitter
Was brightened by a sudden glow
As light began to glitter.
The hammer struck, an aim so sure
When sparks began to settle
He'd made the stars forever more,
Unending points of metal.
Each muscle is a raw machine
Where furnaces stay hidden,
Those other forges are not seen,
Onlookers are forbidden.
No rest as molten rivers run,
The work is never over;
Not only does he mould each sun,
He welds the supernova.
The Blacksmith even made us too,
Burned iron on hot coals
Then added love and poured it through
The stardust in our souls.
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The Blacksmith toiled on nothing less
Than space within the hour,
His anvil was the nothingness,
His hammer was the power.
He smelted matter long ago
Till darkness dull and bitter
Was brightened by a sudden glow
As light began to glitter.
The hammer struck, an aim so sure
When sparks began to settle
He'd made the stars forever more,
Unending points of metal.
Each muscle is a raw machine
Where furnaces stay hidden,
Those other forges are not seen,
Onlookers are forbidden.
No rest as molten rivers run,
The work is never over;
Not only does he mould each sun,
He welds the supernova.
The Blacksmith even made us too,
Burned iron on hot coals
Then added love and poured it through
The stardust in our souls.
©




A noble poem none the less.
We write in different ways John and I couldn't fit my words to your rhythm.
