Forge Pain
C. von Horst
Pain is a smith,
and his hammer is hard,
with flickering fire
his forge is hot.
And his bellows are blown
by a turbulent storm
of mad raging forces.
He hammers the hearts,
and welds them with mighty
and heavy pounding
to forms firmly blended.
Hard, hard, welds he the heart.
No storm destroys,
no frost can kill,
no rust can corrupt,
what e'er pain has moulded.