Temper the steel
That will make me a sword
Sharpen its edges
Afore blood be poured
Fashion a handle
Fit for a king
Strike down your hammer
To make anvil sing
Polish it well
To a high mirror shine
Tomorrow we fight
Let the battle be mine
© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes
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