A Blacksmiths Path - The Cladding of the Soul
Born pure from the womb
The beginning of life until Darkness looms over in
The future stealing your light
Raise in a fire the heart burnt
To crisp from worldly desires.
The scars of life undeserved yet earnt
Seemingly sin never retires.
As, we walk this earth.
A bed of coals in endless night.
Faith grows colder without a hearth a light.
Reinforce thyself, mirroring a black smith
Forging your perfect will of steel
In the flames of our past selves
doing away with the lingering
Darkness that resides in our heart
And like the blacksmiths art.
If we buckle in the flames.
Then let it ally us to strength.
Waiting to be forged as an alloy.