The Iron Bride

Perspiring smith stares with pride at his newly wrought iron bride the device of death his means for bread Hung on the wall in its scabbard lined with gold glittering hazard beauty its name fear its fame Drawing blood cutting veins sharp and brutal red with stains wielder cheering end nearing Rotten red juice dust and decay sweating grips death and dismay end of a battle her sisters rattle Journey to home long and dry the iron bride won't see the sky a long night till another fight