Passing the door jam
passing from sun
was a place intermittent
breathing darkness and sparks.
A rattle of metal
before each burst of noise
a broken wooden wall
parted with gaps peering in,
And on the other side
A massive sweating man
wrapped in determined muscle.
His heaving back
throwing down his arm
and the hammer with force of tears.
In his other hand
a hilt clanked,
slid and flipped
over the swollen anvil.
A second sound slid into the room
a hiss.
Leaking from another
Just beside the metal worker.
A thin shadow
breathing it's hiss
raising it's voice to whisper
an indirect-
"May be worthless," he said,
"The steal might never be used."
no attention returned
Just an affirmed grip on the hilt.
"May be wasted" the darkness leaned in,
What will your work be for,
When you go home to no one
and there's nothing but walls to tell?"
"Will you cut them?
When the walls don't respond
cut them with steal that
really was never yours"
The striking steal halted,
the neck slowly turned and
an eyebrow was raised.
The shadow had finally gotten attention.
"She might never hold it..."
it whispered and left the silence to speak.
FIN
I would have added this before, but my internet connection was bad in Mexico. So here it is. Hope you guys like it. By the way I lost my original intention to make this a 3 part series, it's gonna be longer.
