Hemlocked Heart

You’ve dedicate your life to creating,
Forming creations and dedicating
Each night’s work to cultivating,
Each day’s strife to love’s permeating

To make a token of your power
You mold and hammer it every hour
You pour in justice, wrath and sorrow
Pray the wielder believes in tomorrow

Lightning bolts and armor take world stage
At once when you send your small joys away
Battles without reason start without delays
Raining down magma, your hope betrayed

While thought of usurping fill you with rage
It never crossed your mind, as with courage,
You stood in the fire in the heart of the forge
That one day your treasures would emerge

Another creation you formed out of clay
Will stand up resilient in the dim light of day