I swing a feather-light hammer
Upon an anvil of canvas
Scarred with rejected words
My forge is one of wood
Alight with cold flames
Fed by coals of dust
The pale glow illuminates my work
Feeble as paper
Yet strong as stone
I lay my tools aside
I breathe life into my creation
I watch it grow beyond me
This is how the forge works
This is where I create worlds unimaginable
Someone asked me what my new username means. Well, maybe this will answer that question.
Well, I wish I had a good of username as you do, but it's simply my initials.
Nice poem, good flow.
I wouldn't sell your name short, it can carry as much weight as you wish it and it can have any number of meanings sewn into it.
Thank you and thank you for reading!
This is awesome!