The BlackSmiths MasterPiece( Incomplete)

You can’t see where I shine

But aren’t all stars surrounded by blackness

I don’t walk in a straight line

But thats how prisoners walk, when they captured

I am a Masterpiece

Incapable of being delivered into the hands of forgery

Forged by the use of the elements periodically

I am his incomplete work

The Blacksmith hasn’t wiped the ashes and dirt, sweat,blood, and tears it took to make me

off of me in years

I haven’t been sandered

So mind me if I’m still rough round the edges

I’m scarred and dented by the shelf casing He set me into to be on display

But the day the Blacksmith forged me, He took pride in that day

Tryin to get in where I fit in, but there’s no sense in standing in among His normal collection

With no exception, I am the exception

Great since my inception, my conception

I am a sight to behold, behold at your discretion