I have your secret name
inscribed within.
It lies where none can see save me
like a cherished anniversary engraved
on the hidden side
of a golden ring.
It's in a place far taken, way beyond
any space human minds
may inhabit, see, or know.

I've shaped you there and wake
in mornings with that name
whispered reverent-silenced by my lips.
Falling asleep, the cant of it
resounds in darkness round my room.
In noonday quiet, I hear its sound
as if prayer-chanted
by holy wise men thralling sleep
for ancient serpent dragons
in their lair.

Mystery is the name
of this unknown sure enchantment,
old as untold human time.
The puzzle remains,
how two precious-made metals fired together
in some divine-created foundry
flow into one.
Sparks scatter-spray under hammers
of giants who meld
alloyed hearts together.

Crafted in fiery forges and pounding,
heat strives with cold
as annealed gold emerges,
now initialed.
In steam-sizzling flames of furnace and ash,
a new ring stronger than before
enters grave blackness.
Then flowing blindly upward,
its circle seizes
the light.