The Sword
Extracted from its rusty sheath
The memories of past battles etched in a copper tint
Glorious victories and murderous traitors
The valour of kings and the grace of princes
Passed down through the generations
The honour of winning and of life
Anointing others with power galore
The promise of death; the sanctity of life
Now thrown into disarray by a wandering metal rod
Copyright © Jennifer Kee | Year Posted 2010
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