The blacksmiths hammer rings down the ages

Forging the steel on the anvil of life

White hot metal the souls of men

Drawn across the black face

Formed across the horn

Bent to conform.

 

But what about the sparks

Breaking free with each blow

Bow not to the pattern

But dance in the glow

 

 

Each briefly shining escaping the heat

In air quickly dying , shooting stars

A moments freedom ,catching the eye

Dancing like girls in fields of rye

 

A lesson to all , as we wade through the mire

To be moulded and bent like the steel in the fire

To conform to the shape that’s formed on the horn

Or to dance like the sparks free from the storm

 

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