Tempered Revenge

Doth the sword in yonder smithy
not spit sparks of furious fire
when the hard hammer strikes? Prithee
think how it acheth sore with ire.

Doth it not hath a hateful hiss
when plunged deeply in its cold bath?
And, yet, in withstanding all this
’tis stronger, keener, in its wrath.

Blade may obey hand that wieldeth,
but handle may change hands ere long
whereupon blade shall not yieldeth
in biting hand for forger’s wrong.

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