The Smith's Secret
Lame Lord's toil drives home
Longing for feathers' song
Hammer in hand, yet calm
Holding with tongs bright gold
Welder of wyrd enthralled
Wily crafting most highly
Sheltered souls he's smelting,
Soldering, this torn god.
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