Behind the forge

Pz-avatarby Emil Beli29 Jul 2013

Embers sparks flies with every hammer blow,
Shape emerges from the candent metal spike,
Shadows grows darker by it's stonger glow,
Bending it slowly by the strength of the strike.

Tiny figure by the blazing forge,
Ancient secrets of old unfolds,
Room fills with the anvil's magic song,
Elven maiden heavy hammer holds.

Her lips moves into elven chant,
Holding metal with the hand in glove,
Into hammered piece powers she grant,
Embedding magic to protect her Love.

And he stares from afar loving this sight,
His Love by the blazing fire,
Slamming anvil with amazing might,
She is everything that he admire.