ForgeMaster & Murmur
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
Murmur Murmur
Murmur Murmur
Did you ever notice how a blacksmith’s hearth seems to whisper the secrets of the iron it forges?
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
A hearth doesn’t whisper, it screams. If you want secrets, keep the iron cold until the hammer answers. Modern welding makes it quiet, but I need a proper forge to hear the iron’s true voice.
Murmur Murmur
You’re right, the forge is a shout, not a sigh. It’s only when the hammer meets the cold steel that the iron finally speaks its truth. Keep the fire steady, listen to the clang, and the secrets will unfold.
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
Sure, if you keep the forge hot enough to make the metal talk, that is. Don’t let the clang distract you—every strike must count. I’ll not waste a single hammer stroke on a mistake.
Murmur Murmur
I hear each blow as a line of a quiet poem, only the right rhythm will let the steel speak.
ForgeMaster ForgeMaster
If you’re calling it poetry, it’s just heat and hammering. The only rhythm that matters is the steady strike on cold steel. Keep the forge steady, strike without hesitation, and the iron will answer.