Just something i put together last night..

Broken Sword

Brush the dust from the edge
Of the old broken sword
And let that cold steel shine
And reveal stories untold

Forgiven not forgotten
The sharpened edge of cold
That once ravaged the land
Making apocalypse unfold

At the lighting strike of steel
There is no hide to find
And the new dawn undone
Red skies are getting cold

Alone it screams in darkness
The cold unwanted sword
It knows it story, strike by strike
And hopes the stories will be told

The only sword in this land
That ever had a dream
Of once being melted down
And be a mug in a drunk mans hold

Poetry by Cr4Ky
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Written on 2010-01-09 at 15:00

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Well, it was something you put together extremely well dear poet! Especially that final stanza, classic final lines. What a novel it would make.

A pleasure to read

All the best in 2010

Smiling at you