Fuel for The Fire

The Story of a lonely blacksmith - Of his tragedy.

Once upon a time
A man lived in the forest
He was a blacksmith
Who lived in unrest

To his work he was dedicated
Accomplishing any task
He dreamed of hammers and anvils
New fuels for the fire

But he had a hidden past
One of blood and pleasure
Killing those mere bugs
Had been his focal desire

So when his family was attacked
And he found them dead
The hammer was stored
And he put on his mask

He hunted the beasts
And he got the revenge that he seeked
Peace returned to his forest
Though he was now alone

He looked in the fire
His mask returned to its box
He softly murmured.
"Some more fuel for the fire..."