In the Forge of the Kings

The fire burned hot as it ever did

Photo by Matt Benson on Unsplash

The fire burned hot,
and still, he bent over the
glossy black metal
struggling to form it into
the new weapon,
the one that the king
would hold
a weapon for a warrior
a weapon
to pass down
from father to son,
a weapon to forge
destinies,
to decimate
enemies,
a weapon encrusted with a jewel
of power.
A weapon of the might of Excalibur,
and the…