With time as old as tales…
The secret of life have been forgotten…
Working hard thru the night…
Sounds of metal echoes in the air…
Sparks flying all around…
The hammers seem to weigh more…
The heat of the forge and sweat…
Fill the night air…
Night seems to be the best time to work harder…
No one to come ask for stuff…
Bothering you while there is work to be done…
Where the item you are making…
Comes to the end…
Pales of water are sitting nearby…
Steam of water and heat gathers around…
As you cool to metal down to check it…
Finding ways…
To make it work…
Why??
To proved what…
That the work pays for its self in the end…
Knowing the time old secret…
Age old secret…
The forge and you become one…