Dark Craftsman
Dark desires of a sinful man
a loving lust for the unknown
moves his blackens soul
Carrying a heavy cross to bare
he moves unknowingly with great dispare
crying out like a banchee in the night
he pours his soul into his work.
This shell of a human ponders often
meanings of life that are soon forgotten
colors that the world will never see
ramble mindlessly threw his head
while he toils away at his craft.
Music seaps out from a half blow speaker
filled with static and crackles
never giving a clear sound to the story
being told by the singer.
The calased hands bend and shape
giving life to this once dead metals
as the man struggles with himself.
A trusted hammer feels right in his grip
the clanging metalic sound of every hit
echos loud over the mucis tone
as he beat the metal into submission.
They say that a crafts man
gives his heart to their craft
but is it not also true, if you think
that the heart of man is crafted
by the works he does.
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