I can see the angles of your form
Lodged inside the molten metal,
Banging on it's orange-white surface.
What an affronting sound,
The last pitted effort of the soul
Attempting to escape the custom shackles
Built out of metal and spite and grief.
I am used to this sound.
.
The Blacksmith of Dreams
Would be rubbish if he couldn't
Pick out the whispering plea
Of the soul inside the metal cage.
I am good at my job but better
At choosing the fate of foolish men.
Are you ready, I wonder,
To receive the final shaping blow
And succumb to the future I've made?
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.
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Wow, wow, wow! I just discovered your profile and decided to jump into a quick poem. I will absolutely be back for more! I was drawn to this piece by the title. As someone who feels like they've been put through life's fiery crucible (especially in recent years), this theme immediately resonated with me. The sheer emotion in each line is powerful, the metaphors for how strife and trauma shape us are spot-on, and the ending is an absolute mic-drop. Very excited to read more of your work!
Really cool, love this one!
Beautifully written.
The opening lines hooked me straight away! This was powerful and incredible, Silver! 💌
Oooo, this was so intense and powerful! Loved your poem!
Subtract everything that does not belong, and what remains will be a work of art. You make something of a jailer of the smith here: what is liberated from the cage of iron must do as said smith wills. You've forged a paradox of your own, that lingers in the mind. Well wrought!
Fantastic, Silver! This Blacksmith of Dreams is a brilliant subject rendered so strikingly with your masterful wordsmithing!
This is intense and beautifully crafted! The imagery of the Blacksmith of Dreams is striking—a mix of artistry and control, shaping destiny with molten resolve. A haunting reflection on choice and consequence—well done! :)
So fierce and striking!
A soul's struggle against confinement, intriguing imagery.
Wow so intense. Love it ♥︎