Dark was the home
Were the goldsmith lay.
Completely dark as dome
None could tell whether it be night or day.
Quietly seated his wife
Heavy and swollen with child
Uneasily silent to bring forth
to life
In this place so wild.
Proud and tall the goldsmith
rose
Working through objects so fine
Glancing at his wife so close
To bring forth the next in line.
Shrieking in turmoil
Wife brought forth a son
Gold abandoned in soil
Ochre son as handsome as the sun.
Hmmm very nice!
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