Forged in the Fire

©Darius of the Bells (Don Riney)



I once saw a man, kneel down 'fore the crown
Hot tears rolling down to the green
White belt, spurs and chain at last were his own
For he'd been forged in the fire of the dream

I once saw a girl kneeling down 'fore the throne
Pure wonder in her eyes did gleam
The herald read on, She rose up a "Lady"
She'd been forged in the fire of the dream

I once saw a household sitting warm by a fire
Listen wrapped as the bards they did sing
Heroes were born, and villains put down
As they were forged in the fire of the dream

I once saw a warrior standing tall on the field
The shot on his helm, it did ring 
Though he lost then a round, He rose up in honor 
For he'd been forged in the fire of the dream 

I once saw a blade of good hardened steel
An ensign of strength it would seem
Though it change form and hands, it shall never grow dull
For WE were are forged in the fire of the dream!



Darius' note: This poem was inspired by Count Gunther, when discusing the fate of the first Ansteorran Sword of State. I give free permision for any one to use or print this piece so long as it is not used in competition.