'Farewell my son, godspeed
Upon a blue moon think of me
And if ever you have need ...'
Mumbled the Smithy
Nothing more remained to say
The Boy shed tears as he walked away
The Smithy watched him go and then
His mind unbidden strayed to when
The Boy first knocked upon his door
A score of years before
(The Boy had fled from his Merchant master
And the brute was chasing after
When the Smithy intervened
Placing himself in between
The Merchant fumed and cursed and spat
Then gasped and choked and fell down flat
An evil man whose evil heart
Once stopped, declined again to start
The Constable was called and came
And took away the Merchant's things
He inquired about a boy
Traveling along with him
The Smithy had not seen a boy
At least that's what he claimed
To account for the loss of the boy
The Merchantman was blamed
From that day a childish voice
From time to time was heard
At the Forge within the woods
But no one said a word)
'Farewell Smithy' said the Boy
But could say no more
For his heart was in his throat
And his chest was sore
He embraced the Smithy
Then turned to depart
The rhythm of his footfalls
Soothed his aching heart
The Boy diverted from the path
To climb the Ancient Tor
For to view what had passed
And see what lay before
Behind, the forest and the Forge
Smoke rising from the flame
Ahead the Town and Castle
Waiting on The Plain
One leave-taking lay in store
One last final pain
There - the Bruin stands before
His childhood friend once again
Well-met the Bruin there!
Briefly now the pair
Of lifelong friends refresh the bond
Of brotherhood they share
But the moment soon must pass
And the pair must part at last
The Bruin turns to the Wilderness
The Boy turns from the past
Climbing down the Ancient Tor
Feet upon the path once more
From the Forest and the flame
To the Town upon The Plain
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