Its time
Added 2020-11-01 01:51:15 +0000 UTCWell its time to start... I hope to post again at a a successful sun rise holding a blade. Wish me luck. This is the one night of the year when that really matters.
Its warm. The wind is blowing.
The moon sits on my anvil waiting to be folded into the steel. Tonight is more weaving than forging. Braiding iron, steel, silver moon light, red fire light, and little bits of my weak heart. All I can say in this parting is 'night! The good or the ill will be done to me by the fae and the Spirits of this moon, under this dying sky.
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Have pity on this foolish mortal,
I play with stolen tools of the gods, under their watchful gaze,
Beneath the silver eye,
That watches me as it passes through the dying night sky.
Comments
Already working on two concepts for one
Fays Forge
2020-11-03 18:39:28 +0000 UTCYou may wish to think about a “coffee table book” with artistic pictures of your knives/swords combined with a poem such as this; I’d buy it!
Dwayne Dees
2020-11-03 18:36:46 +0000 UTC
