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I’d dress up as a blacksmith, if you were here, this morn’, I’d don the uniform

I’ll craft you a sword even, if it turned you on, the world’s bent anyways, why not be what one wants?

So craft in this mornings smithy, bend poems thru time and space, blazing face domme

Morrigan, answer and question, lives in nature’s form, round time and space, coiled, mortal born sword drawn

Preparing your gift, why fight the world’s woofing, why call your name? The anvil strikes

Spirits neverending life, feathered skies, world’s flying into shape, what I can’t say to your face: your name