The Hammer Strikes the Heated Steel,
From the Smith's strong arms power He wields.
Shaping Metal is a tiresome task,
As smoke from the fire seeps through his mask.
A creation now taking shape before Him,
will become a sword as He sweats,
through pores in His skin.
Heavy blow after Blow must take place,
as wipes sweat from his eyes and face.
He set the finished sword aside,
and begins a new piece fit for His bride.
She was once His prize and Loved Her so,
Now forsaken He feels Very low.
Hammer striking Hot steel once again,
Forging a new Weapon for Him.
He creates a long handled Battle Mace.
again wiping the sweat from off His face.
Now working on the Large Metal Ball,
with Spikes portruding from it's sides all.
He'd already made the links for the long chain,
One afternoon while outside it rained.
He knew that he would need them soon,
Fitting it to the handle now this afternoon.
Fitting Handle to Chain to Swinging Spiked Ball,
"This will demolish all in My way, Destroy it all!"
He grasps the finished weapon and approaches His house,
all quiet inside, not even a mouse.
Upstairs His wife sleeps dreaming, of ALL Her Lovers He just Knows.
He quietly Slips up beside Her and delivers the first Blow.
He cried out in Heartbroken anger as He swung that Deadly Spiked Ball,
"You should not have been a Lover to all those Men, I will now end this once and for all!!!"
She awakens screaming out loud and is panicked for sure,
This will do no good as He Swings the mace again at Her.
She sees it coming this time, and tries to move out of the way.
She is not near fast enough, on this her last fateful day.
Down and across He swings that terrible Mace,
this time connecting to the soft tissues on the side of Her face.
Tearing through grissle fat and some bone,
he delivers even another heavy Life ending blow.
As her skull cracked wide open for all to see,
He was finally done, ending the life of she.
He stood looking at the terrible mess,
Blood and bone covered the once beautiful dress.
He slowly walked out of doors back to his firey shop.
Once inside the door, he looked around then stopped.
Across the room from Him stood a fellow with a sword in His Hand,
He knew it was the one He just made, one of the best in the land.
The swordsman raised the blade high up over the top of his head,
He lunged at he BlackSmith Running Him through the heart killing Him Dead.
The swordsman was bereft with the loss of His lover,
as he looked at the blood on the Sword.
Running it up through himself, asking forgiveness from his Lord.
If there are any lessons to be learned here it might be just what I suggest,
Stay true to Your Mates and Love Them dearly, in that way your lives will be best...
edit on 25-5-2015 by SyxPak because: (no reason given)