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For Whom The Hammer Tolls
For Whom The Hammer Tolls
Dreaming of a hammer
A slow arc of deadly intent
A shaper of metal
The clang of contact
On a wrought iron anvil
That resonates threat
The white-hot sparks
From the red-hot ingot
As it succumbs
Weighing its power
In the palm of your hand
With a smack of skin
Its dull grey mass
Balanced perfectly
On a sha...
Thursday 14th May 2020 2:11 pm
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