Sound Sleep

  You wouldn't know the danger I face if you looked at me

  Cool as a cucumber, which is such an odd turn of phrase

  Tonight I do sleep like a baby, I'm fine

  No I didn't have anything to drink not even wine

  Even so for some reason I do dream of warm amber fields

  But not Elysium no, some other place yet revealed

  These sweet and cozy dreams made real by the one next to me

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  Though tomorrow grave peril we will face,

  My mind is elsewhere in some wonderful veil

  I worry not about tomorrow,

  For today is here and tomorrows never come

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  Blacksmith's Honor

  Kang Kang, the hammer doth blow

  Kang Kang, the work he doth show

  Tink Tink, dust off the shaved

  Tink Tink, off the anvil, the glow fade

  Ping Ping, a master of his forge

  Ping Ping, his mettle and metal merge

  Hiss Hiss, the blade doth cool

  Hiss Hiss, quenched in this pool

  Grind Grind, now shaping the steel

  Grind Grind, a great master's approval seal

  A finished product now ready to sell

  A finished product, fit for Hephaestus himself