Truce

A story on an agreement

Above the hearth,

On stone or steel,

The embers flicker,

In forging a bond,

Hammered down,

Eyes blinded by smoke,

Upon the canvas,

The anvil of iron.

Crafted from your mind,

In motion with your words,

What was said,

Will be made.

When your alone,

Working on your part,

the fire in the distance,

You trust it in your heart.

Day through night,

your hammer continues,

The heat is made,

from yours to theirs,

For it takes two to create,

In the forge of a bond.