hey really inspiring page you got here! I was reading it and the contents of your lounge, the mythological basis of some of your postings all mixed and I envisioned two swords being forged opposite of each other for two very opposing reasons...
Anyways... here it is with none of the much needed rewriting that it doesn't deserve! \8^D :
Thread #1, happy! :
...where hammer blows, and sweat flows, the point of no return. Where the back is up against the wall, the shade, near at hand. The line drawn into the sand that's defended with life's last gasp, that turns into a mighty roar that breaks open shadow's grasp. The slice that slivers into steel that glistens in the hot sun. The dark one hidden underground runs from the shovel's cut. This point, this cut, this shining edge that makes the dark fall back atatter, is carved into the sword of gold, flowing red by the master forger...
Thread #2, not happy! :
...in this we toss our deepest loss, to strike fear into the rabble. With hell cracked rock, and blasted hope, the kettle is stirred widdershins. Until 13 times the foul brew belched gas leached from war ripped, rapined land, then poured into holes carved out of souls with grasping greedy hands. The ingots sweltered, into steel, flamelicked from souls below...congealed into a shadow fell, with handle mouldering bone, on this an edge was ground into, with the sting of fortune's loss, the keen despair of child gone, the strike that breaks the heart in two...
Dunno, it sounded kewl while I was writing it... ;) |
