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[peanutbutterandbananasandwichs]

They say your bones are made of iron,

Blood running red with rust.

You work at night,

The flames are brighter then,

Looking out for the shimmer of blue,

The smell and the heat and the light.

You work in the shadows,

Out in the liminal spaces,

The smell and the heat and the light,

And the dangerous thrum of magic in the air.

The furnace cracked,

Fruits of your toil birthed from the ashes,

The bloom of iron struck hot and fast before it crumbles back to dust,

Sweat pouring from your brow, blackened soot running in rivulets in its wake.

You won’t be the one they sing songs or tell tales about,

Your work is dirty, and the way you sense the changes by the flames,

It frightens them,

Sigurd slew a dragon, he forged, he did not smelt.

One day you take your wares to the forge,

The hammer lies cold and silent upon the anvil,

Waiting,

You wonder what its weight would feel like in your hands.

The fire is still lit,

Fire you understand,

The shimmering light glints off steel,

The call of the hammer rings loud in your ears.

You take the steel,

Hardened and glinting sharp and deadly, but brittle,

Twisting it together with the iron,

Softer and more yielding.

Neither can work apart,

Steel shatters and iron bends,

And so you work them together,

Striking hot and fast.

You say you are giving it strength,

But that’s not all there is,

There’s beauty here too in the twisted metal,

The bright, shining steel will wend its way around the darkened iron.

And it’s beauty that will grow with time,

And age,

And use,

Oxidation bringing out the swirling, dancing design.

[xsamfischer]

I think I’ve felt you before- we turned to ashes & hell was knocking at my door Oh please oh please let this love last a little more I think I’ve seen this in a dream- where I didn’t wake from the screams Oh please oh please let me wake with you next to me Im sorry for the things ive done- the words I fired from my gun Shooting paper dolls for fun For what I said when I was drunk on the floor shit out of luck But it was her you’d rather fuck now I see what I didn’t before- sweet words poisoned to their core My bleeding ears can take no more I think I’ve seen this in a dream where I woke from the screams Next time I won’t be naive

fuck you

[ltsseries]

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