Fiery brand
With patient hands, the blacksmith creates a fiery brand,
For he knows what he has planned in his mind.
One or two blows and the hammer falls with measured force,
Tossed back and forth in the soft light of the water.
The furnace crepitating and snaps with hot, bright embers,
A fire that hardens the steel day and night.
The blacksmith’s knowledge guides his hands as they move,
A dance of heat and power, a symphony for improvement.
Again and again the bellows push hot air through,
While the blacksmith conjures up a new sword.
The fiery brand takes shape under his skillful hand,
A double-edged sword, one side to wield and one to convey with.
Through patient labor, love is poured into each part,
As the blacksmith forges a tool that pierces the heart.
With each stroke, his vision takes shape,
A sword that cuts both ways, leaving scars that inform
And can be prescient for future battles.
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