Link to Streaming Service
https://youtu.be/p5gnop-RXpg

Description
Stylistically I'm working on developing something that blends something like Paradise Lost, JRR Tolkien, Baroque mythological music, some modern sensibilities about epic music.

I composed some epic poetry for this jam. I basically only managed to get a couple evenings to work on it, though I did a lot of brainstorming and sifting through ideas.

I started off with this sort of drone-like beginning, and then shifted into a style that is a bit more Baroque. The Baroque era was full of mythological reproduction, so that's what I had in mind in terms of getting a start on the project. The feedback I get will help me determine whether to pursue this further. I'd say I was inspired by Lully in particular for the last bit.

I wanted to use a particular progression from Rachmaninoff (which he borrowed from Borodin), but that might come later, and I'll see if I can actually blend that with the Baroque style.


Lyrics:

Forged in the heart of the mountain

Forged with the FIRE of the Earth...

A weapon he made to bring righteousness

Back to the kingdom of his kin.



The hammer rang against the anvil,

As the furnace sweltered hot

As sweat was dripping from his eyebrows,

A form began to show itself.



At first it was like shapeless iron,

but slowly it became a blade.

It was harder than a diamond,

stronger than any steel.



An axe head of enchanted metal,

a gift from the fiery gods of old.

From the chain of adamantine,

a single link would suffice.



Each day, it changed but a hair's width,

Each day a battle of the will.

For years he hammered at the ingot,

Until it was finally' complete.



----Current recording ends here----



The final hour had arrived,

and he struck the final blow.

As the last blow rang out clearly,

the blacksmith fell down to the floor.



The fire blazed even hotter,

and the room began to quake.

Rocks were falling from the ceiling,

as the floor began to shake.



He crawled slowly towards the entrance,

as boulders landed all around.

A boulder landed on his ankle,

and the entrance collapsed shut.



Now that he knew that he was dying,

he held his creation to his heart.

He thought he gave all there was to give,

but now he knew otherwise.



There was only but one handle,

of elk bone for this axe,

In the chaos it had shattered,

into pieces on the floor.



As he clutched his pristine axe head,

he cut his shin off at the knee!

And it only took a single blow,

and left a great dent in the floor!



Now he gave his missing shin bone,

to make this axe come to life!

As he held the axe head to his shin bone,

it hummed with magic energy!



He swiftly struck at the earthen floor,

and the exit blasted open!

Slag spewed out from the furnace,

and some landed near his leg.



---End of Poetry---

I know how the rest of the story goes... but I need to put it into poetry!

DAW Screenshot
https://imgur.com/a/a5CUERv