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The Forging of a Blade

When forging a blade, A swordsmith would Place a rod of metal Into the fire until It had softened, then Fold it in on itself, Over and over, Each time making It stronger- This is how metal Becomes a sword... Becomes something Able to kill. When I fell in love... I thought he must be Breaking my heart, Over and over- Until I realized he Was forging it, Like a sword; He folded my love In on itself, Each time making Me stronger- This is how I Became his... Became someone Able to love him. Thus by fire, and by love, We fashion our tools of violence.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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