A mysterious-ish poem!

[Oliwerko]

Okay boys and girls, hello there again!

This poem is one of my all-time favourites, but still contains some inconsistencies, namely the "ting" thing as you'll see. I would be grateful on any more weirdnesses you would point out.

So, here it is, go on, give it a shot, thanks:

ANVIL

In the midnight hour,
In still air, under a solid sky,
A sound of anvil comes from darkness
and becomes louder, no one can deny.

When I was sitting in the dark,
I thought I saw something, a light, a little spark.
And in distance - a dog ceased to bark.
It was silence for a while
and no one in sight for a mile.

But there was something in the air,
one could hear a faint sound there.
A hammer hitting anvil echoed in the night.
The air became much colder and I felt a fright.

I stared in the dark, but did not see a thing,
I just heard the hammer hit every fifth second.
With a perfect rhytm, just repeating 'ting'.

The sound was coming from nowhere
and I saw nothing but black trees.
Was there someone with an anvil there?
Forging revenge with a hammer in a breeze?

With hits becoming louder,
I shook the fear from my shoulder.
And pointed my ears towards the sounds.
It was somewhere out there in the forest,
a hammer weighing heavy pounds.

And suddenly, the hammer stopped.
The last 'ting' echoed through the hills,
my heartbeat became faster,
my alertness became topped.

Everything was quiet, the country was black with night.
Did I really hear the anvil, was my hearing right?
I stepped inside and rested, until day was shining bright.

I took a wander through the forest,
I took a wander through the fields,
but I did find just nothing,
a search like this just nowhere leads.

And when the evening came, the air became damp,
I sat on the porch again, I turned off the lamp.
When the midnight hit the clock, nothing seemed to happen.
I began to believe that the other night, my hearing was misshapen.

But suddenly again, the scary silence came.
My senses really sharp became.
I was so focused I wouldn't recall my name.
When I compared to the last night, it was all the same.

The air became that cold again,
and then the first hit came.
The sound of an anvil was spreading in the hills
and totally exhausted all my hearing skills.

Someone hammered really hard,
someone who felt disregard.
Someone forged an avenge there
and to stand up and look for him I just did not dare.

With no specific sound source,
the sounds were as clock accurate,
every five seconds an anvil with a hammer met,
with anger in the sound, with significant force.

And exactly like the last time,
hammering just stopped and air became now warm again.
It was still silence in the night, but it was not the same.
As if the hammer disappeared, as if it did sublime.

And so here in the mountains,
up here in the hills,
every night an anvil echoes,
a sound of hammer in dark spills.

Someone hammers every night,
like a curse or blight.
A knight that hammers when there's no light,
forges revenge out of sight.

And he shall spread the sound of clanging,
carry on the revenge, carry on the curse,
he shall stop hammering never.
He shall on that anvil, hammer there forever.

[Phemar]

Wow, I'm intrigued as to what that hammerer is up to!
Just out of interest (and no insult meant), but are you a native english speaker?

[Phemar]

Edit: Sorry for the double post.

[Oliwerko]

Yeah, I was aiming to let the reader be wondered what the 'curse' is.

And no, I'm absolutely not a native speaker. I'm Slovak.

[DutchMarco]

I like it a lot! I also like how you let the reader wonder about the motive of the hammerer, I might also compliment you on your grasp of the English language, as well as your poetic competence. Thank you for sharing this with us! Do you have any more works? I would most definitely be interested.

But I feel compelled to mention this: shoulder and louder don't rhyme. (sorry for being a party-pooper!)

And I failed to spot the "ting"inconsistency you mentioned.

[Oliwerko]

I like it a lot! I also like how you let the reader wonder about the motive of the hammerer, I might also compliment you on your grasp of the English language, as well as your poetic competence.

Wow, thanks!

But I feel compelled to mention this: shoulder and louder don't rhyme. (sorry for being a party-pooper!)

Yeah, now as you speak of it - I did not realize it beforehand.

And I failed to spot the "ting"inconsistency you mentioned.

I stared in the dark, but did not see a thing,
I just heard the hammer hit every fifth second.
With a perfect rhytm, just repeating 'ting'.

I don't know, I just couldn't seem to find it "stable", it looks a bit weird to me.

EDIT:
Oh, I forgot. I've got a lot more. Not that they are all as good ones as this one, but yeah, I have plenty. I guess I'll expand my native lang blog to english so I could share it...