Edge

Air temperature rises,
Sweat forms on my face,
My hammer falls,
A blade is shaped.

Once it's done,
I put it aside
And start working again.

Since I built this forge,
I spend most nights there.
Ideas forever come
As I make legends.

But there's one that's not,
And I'm very proud of it.
A sword for me to use,
To protect the ones I love.

As I worked on it,
I felt a rush.

Fire, thunder,
Blood, life,
Love, power,
Coursed through my veins.

I had made a sword fit for a dragon,
Fit for a king,
Fit for a dragon king.

But there was no such being.
It was just me and one of my lovers.

Though since she's a part of my world,
I'm a king, and she's a queen.
As I hold her in my arms, as I kiss her,
I feel a dragon living inside me.

This dragon is my strength,
Fuelled by love.
As long as I can love,
I'll be a dragon knight.

And I'll forever fight
In the name of Love,
With the sword of the blacksmith that I am.

Notes/trivia

This poem is from the point of view of a character from the universe I worked on, simply known as "The Blacksmith". He's able to travel through time, and all of the weapons he made (except one) ended up in the hands of famous historical, mythological, and other fictional characters.