The Gentle Forge

The steel creating glimmers for man’s home’s hearth.
Violent red-hot steel breaks—hammers peacing it apart.
The gentle dwarven smith lovingly wields his hammer.
He imbues steel with love straight from his gentle heart.

Weapons made from love turn smitavens foes into dust.
Banging and Clanging the violent era resounds with songs.
The Eternal Chants of Steel were forged this glorious day.
Peace came from music—but the violent era still prolongs.

His heart, clad in peace and love, transmits through a conduit.
The brilliant night sky shines straight to the true forge’s heart.
Hammers acting as an eternal means straight to his peaceful love.
The gentle dwarven smith’s brilliantly white clothes stand apart.

War of violence, lust, and pride—constantly beset our door.
The weapons imbued with love and peace save our souls.
Current violent war seems eternal—our hearts peace apart.
His weapons forge a new era; the old era is recorded in scrolls.

The gentle smith’s tools imbue weapons with true peace and love.
Violent War is still here, the gentle smiths weapons help us plan.
Weapons from his forge are eternaly here rightly we must use them.
The gentle dwarven smith uses us to create his vision of a good man.