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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A sword of the heavens did glean From railings and arbors of dead thorn and bramble, where ghostly reminders remain Fall droplets of blood ‘pon a crimson embroider left carelessly out in the rain Our story begins in a deep mountain valley, a village so peaceful and free When one day the darkness did unsheathe its horror with metal and death you will see The army of Satan, a wicked battalion, Hell’s fire their sabers were forged Dark Skeletal visions in leather and armor the depths of the earth had been gorged With razor sharp weapons, they slashed and delivered such pain which had never been found Through echoes of pleading and lives quickly ending in puddles, thick red on the ground While women and children were herded like cattle in mass to the edge of the square With onyx eyes leering, midst snickers and cackles, their captors insanely did stare When on the horizon a light brightly shining, engulfing this nightmarish scene A porcelain stallion, its rider a shadow, a sword of the heavens did glean From steel hard as granite, angelic depictions, a handle of pure solid gold Once heard in a fable, when wizards were roaming such power, the stories foretold As swift as an arrow he entered the village, his steed all at one with the game With blade silver glistened, like lightning bolts flashing, igniting a righteous born flame Spinning and thrusting as if a tornado, a blur now incensed of the glow With whirlwind fury and dust clouded thunder, he dealt them a terrible blow The evil fueled army, beheaded and fallen, the villagers shouted and cheered When to their amazement, this heroic savior as quick as he’d come, disappeared So there is the story, a sword made in heaven is now part of history’s reign Along with the rider who wielded its honor, and hopes he will come back again 9/13/18 Written for the UNSHEATH YOUR SWORD Poetry Contest Sponsored by John Lawless
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