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Sing now
of the skilled
craftsman who shods the fiery
steeds of conquerors and clothes heroes in shining
courage and burnished invulnerability, who takes the
bones of the very earth itself and fashions bright
crowns for kings, bejeweled rings to seal deathless
bonds between lovers, and rune wrought blades for the
forging of legends and deeds immortal, who christens
each work in biting red showers of sparks and bathes it
with the sweat of his labor. Marking each with his
creative love before suffering it to be owned by a
stranger. |
