I.
The echoing din of hammered steel
Anviled and tempered strong,
Resounds in your head like a blacksmith’s song—
Clanging till you feel
The heat of the weapons shop.
II.
Old Thor and apprentices, forging new
Weapons for gods to wield:
The clatter of crafted blade and shield
Deafens and maddens you—
Your brain is their weapons shop.
III.
The gods go to battle, valiantly.
Clattering swords engage
Each other, as breakers surge and rage
Up from the storm-struck sea—
With throbbing that will not stop
As waves—and the broad-axe—chop!
I.
The echoing din of hammered steel
Anviled and tempered strong,
Resounds in your head like a blacksmith’s song—
Clanging till you feel
The heat of the weapons shop.
II.
Old Thor and apprentices, forging new
Weapons for gods to wield:
The clatter of crafted blade and shield
Deafens and maddens you—
Your brain is their weapons shop.
III.
The gods go to battle, valiantly.
Clattering swords engage
Each other, as breakers surge and rage
Up from the storm-struck sea—
With throbbing that will not stop
As waves—and the broad-axe—chop!
A Beckoning finger glides her flight
tasting the wind,
to gather insight
Lifting her arms tendril-ed to light
drifting in feeling,
is darkness and fright
Soaring to plains,knights had fought
in helmets and headstones
her passion is wrought
A Flaming phoenix,re-birthed no more
A splendor embers
to ash on the floor
Wizards are slain and witches dispelled
majestic they hung,
to final death knells
Screams of mercy,rip into heart
calling the magic,
dirt caged in part
Exquisite white witch dripping with love
trembling her spirit,
watched from above
Releasing her power A dragon breath pales
kaleidoscoped magic,
lifting dark veils
Four elements drawn earth,wind and fire
water poured forth,
soaking a pyre
Earth stamped evil beneath his sin
wind settled hell,
the flames did rescind
Dusted of tragedy,on hallowed ground
sucking black magic,
in gasps that resound
Echoing Demons,soaking with shame
anviled to stone,
now have no name
Fire burnt mercy back into heart
myths of history,
now live the past
Drifting in peace,a witch found rest
laying her head,
is all she requests