Black smiths

[Bullroarer]

Let the hammers fall and thunder weep
The black smith keeps hammering away
Who shall enter the forge of his keep
Where the black smith never goes astray

He his the hammer, and he is the forge
The ore is his blood and the hammer his hand
Beneath the mountain and under the gorge
The hardest worker with an iron band

His hammer is his soul, the metal his heart
The sweat is pain that is made of his joy
The clang the steel as he begins his heart
All his creation he was made to employ

The forge shall burn like fire
The black smith smiles and swings
His metallic creation a burning desire
A man who carves the crown of kings

He is a man who sweat and toils
The anvils begin their mighty ring
The sweat it dries, and the water boils
Hear the black smith finally sing

From birth he is loved by the sparks
As a man he feels the ore glow
On the path of creation he embarks
And he is transfixed as ore shall flow

Who makes the spade for farming lad
Who makes the ring for the majesty's queen
Who makes the knights are iron clad
The maker who is always unseen

The warriors get all the attention
The rich man gets all the respect
The author is loved for his intention
And the genius is such a noble aspect

But remember who is made of steel
The unseen man who poured his heart
Try to see the man who must also feel
Who gave us all his soul and art

[FanMan]

I believe it was you with whom I talked about meter a long time ago, back when I was using the name Flak? I seem to remember you don't care for it, correct?

Well, the message of the poem is good, and the rhymes are good, but I can't say I truly like the poem. Meter really helps, gives it rhythm, and all that. It seems disjointed.

Well, don't mind my babbling, it's based solely on my opinion. Keep up the otherwise perfect work.