Life Moves On

Well, tonight I learned that a woman I would have liked to be at my side is now the woman of another. That's what happens when the siren sings her sweetest tunes. But I don't think I would trade the music of the forge for another woman. The hammer's my instrument, the anvil my mate. First Son and ... the other... are all the children I need to carry on my seed. The children of my soul are the creation of my forge anyway. Gone is Netty...there is only Leonette now. I'll lose myself in the curves of chain and cutting edges that I can see coming.