Storm Sonnet
by Tim Reed
all 'round the cold wind howled
as day shunned to share its light
and brute-beast bolts, they growled
as Smithy forged thru Hades' night
the rain quenched such glowing steel
as time ne'er saw nor shall again
and hammer struck such anvil peal
that spark-stars remain, remain
and on the dawn, he honed the edge
and by the tide, he whet the blade
then he laid it aside with a pledge
and until full-time there it stayed
'til we ourselves wrath-fire fed
- then it clove the living from the dead
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