The Blacksmith

In a time of wonder, magic and myth There lived a loyal king's blacksmith Devoted he was to his duty at hand Daily the bellows and furnace he manned Sword and shield he created with ease Trinkets and treasures designed to please But all that he knew was soon to end When along came the queen with a kettle to mend Slowly she moved and slowly she spoke Clouded she was by the fire and the smoke At last they met and their eyes did lock Neither did flinch and neither did talk She moved to him with flair and grace And then at last they did embrace They kissed beneath the bellows' call Before she returned to the royal hall He knew this was wrong, that this was not right The queen would come to him every night For weeks and months they met like this In his forge they would steal a kiss He felt shame in his heart at what had transpired Betraying his lord, his king, his sire The love that he felt for the queen was wrong But day by day their love grew strong At last they made plans to flee the court To leave the castle, escape the fort They would wait until the king was away Together they would escape that day He had an aunt in a far away land Who offered them shelter and all would be grand But his plans and love were soon to end When along came the king with an axe to rend