THE SWORD


I….. was the silver,
Like the pelage of the oldest women,
Like the fulgent coldest moon,
I….. ‘m the dotage sword

Like the scintillate elixir of heaven,
Descending on earth;
Like the crack of dawn,
For the dormant;
Like the star of the,
Alpha;
I was the dazzling
Sword
Out of the burning
Forge

Many ages passed by
But, I was like standing
High,
Till the doomsday like being,
Eternal
But the time it was,
Vulnerable.
All water had flowed from
The north till the south,
And I ‘m like a
Dying trout

Hundreds of battles,
I had fought
Were the tales
Untold.
My master had faded
Behind in the time,
And,
I ‘m the sword
Before dawn night.

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