– spferdberg

O iron!

Thy auspicious silver gleaming,
Thy sweet old familiar face.
For thee in my dusty pockets
I will always find a space.

Hidden under stone for ages,
Sunlight now caresses thee.
Prisoned in these walls forever,
I will help thee to break free.

Now thy glistering visage
Changes, thrust into the flames.
Molten into swords and axes,
Gaia gives what man reclaims.

Thou empowerest us to fight our
Enemies and overlords,
With thee by our side, we fear not
Ghastly ghouls nor savage hordes.

Settlers praise thee,
Travellers need thee,
Thou art tough and rare to splice.
And upon thy trusted nature
Our very fortĂșne relies.


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