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Array ( [sid] => 42586 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Secret of Steel [time] => 2004-04-10 09:52:21 [hometext] => Inspired by the stories of Conan created by Robert E. Howard and particularly the scenes from the movie [bodytext] => The secrets of steel,
stolen by man.
From God's battlefield,
taken by mortal hands.

The perfect mix of carbon,
that delicate careful balance.
Upon folds of layered iron,
pounded into brilliance.

Damascus blades that sings,
the Snake blades of the Goths.
The spear tips of Zulu Kings,
the Samurai's swords of wrath.

Gilded Viking swords,
the curves of Malay Kris.
Swords from Toledo forge,
the lances of Navajo myths.

In all these things,
lies the distinct temper.
Of metallic mixings,
and the forge of masters.

But in all the thrills,
of legends and lore.
The secret of steel,
is a distant aurore.

In the beatings of Conan's drum,
that wild kingless barbarian.
His prayers to mighty Crom,
his god of earth and mountain.

Give me strength,
so that I might succeed.
Upon Valeria's lend,
whom at your side does sit.

But if you do not grant,
this humble request.
Even you I will shun,
for my fate is my own behest!

Therein lies the true temper,
the discipline of steel its secret emper.
The real secret of its deadly timbre,
is as much its makings as in its master.

For the power of steel,
is only as magnified.
By the hands that wields,
this vaunted of artifacts.

The discipline of body,
of practice and skill.
Maintaining the melody,
of ripened muscles and sharpened steel.

But ware the hand!
and ware the steel!
For it does not rend,
without an iron will.

The true secret,
the discipline of steel.
Lies perhaps interred,
in the strength of will. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 219 [topic] => 43 [informant] => baronhawk [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

The Secret of Steel

Contributed by baronhawk on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 09:52:21 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

The secrets of steel,
stolen by man.
From God's battlefield,
taken by mortal hands.

The perfect mix of carbon,
that delicate careful balance.
Upon folds of layered iron,
pounded into brilliance.

Damascus blades that sings,
the Snake blades of the Goths.
The spear tips of Zulu Kings,
the Samurai's swords of wrath.

Gilded Viking swords,
the curves of Malay Kris.
Swords from Toledo forge,
the lances of Navajo myths.

In all these things,
lies the distinct temper.
Of metallic mixings,
and the forge of masters.

But in all the thrills,
of legends and lore.
The secret of steel,
is a distant aurore.

In the beatings of Conan's drum,
that wild kingless barbarian.
His prayers to mighty Crom,
his god of earth and mountain.

Give me strength,
so that I might succeed.
Upon Valeria's lend,
whom at your side does sit.

But if you do not grant,
this humble request.
Even you I will shun,
for my fate is my own behest!

Therein lies the true temper,
the discipline of steel its secret emper.
The real secret of its deadly timbre,
is as much its makings as in its master.

For the power of steel,
is only as magnified.
By the hands that wields,
this vaunted of artifacts.

The discipline of body,
of practice and skill.
Maintaining the melody,
of ripened muscles and sharpened steel.

But ware the hand!
and ware the steel!
For it does not rend,
without an iron will.

The true secret,
the discipline of steel.
Lies perhaps interred,
in the strength of will.

Copyright © baronhawk ... [ 2004-04-10 09:52:21]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: The Secret of Steel (User Rating: 1 )
by Stitch on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 10:15:31 AM AEST
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Intrtesting. Not normally my thing, but I enjoyed this. Love the last stanza. How true. How true.
Stitch

Re: The Secret of Steel (User Rating: 1 )
by Avarice_Riot on Saturday, 10th April 2004 @ 10:24:33 AM AEST
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Very interesting write, there were swordfights going on in my head while I read this. I don't really remember Conan the movie seeing as to I watched it when I was really little, but this was a captivating piece nonetheless.

Re: The Secret of Steel (User Rating: 1 )
by venkat on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 06:20:06 AM AEST
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Wow.. this gives me goose bumps..truly I enjoyed this poem. venkat

Re: The Secret of Steel (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Monday, 12th April 2004 @ 07:28:57 PM AEST
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I would seriously love to watch a sword of any type being forged as in olden times. The intricate work that went into the taxing of shaping, pounding, dipping etc etc.

I should have been born in barbarian times because I need my own sword encrusted with elegant jewels and balanced just right. I think i'd be light on my feet and I wouldn't mind fighting.

*Roams off into daydreams that land people into sanitariums of delight*

Admit it I know you smiled, I know it!

Anyway..

It is like you said so perfectly;

"For the power of steel,
is only as magnified.
By the hands that wields,
this vaunted of artifacts."

Well done again...

Kie

Re: The Secret of Steel (User Rating: 1 )
by JennyFruFru on Wednesday, 14th April 2004 @ 01:07:14 AM AEST
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very deep... i like :)

Re: The Secret of Steel (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Saturday, 24th April 2004 @ 12:01:54 AM AEST
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Excellent! I like the last two stanzas the best.

Yes, Kie, I feel the same. I was meant for the Dark Ages.
I own three swords, all battle-worthy. In fact I have fought (unwisely with sharp blades) only somewhat carefully with them. I lost a small amount of blood, I think. But it is fun. And my swords have realistic nicked edges now.
...I love swords. And spears.
May the sun shine upon your blades.
Andrew

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