Waiting to be forged as an alloy.
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Born pure from the womb The beginning of life until Darkness looms over in...
A Poem that I had the privilege of participating with @jaykell to produce.

Waiting to be forged as an alloy.

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.

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