The sword lies upon a pedestal
Gleaming brightly as if to prove
That even with its edge long gone
And having become no more than decoration
It has tales to tell of times long past.
Of times when famine, pestilence, and war were common
And to survive one had to grip onto life
By the edges of the fingertips.
When what was most important to Man
Was survival and kinship.
When nothing was certain
And the peaceful life that many wished to live
Could be ripped away on the caprices of others.
When a farmer’s boy,
Barely out of childhood,
Was sent out to protect a kingdom
Whose dimensions were far larger
Than his simple homestead.
And how he grew into a man
Defending his beliefs in an epic tale
That would soon be forgotten.
The sword will tell you this tale
If you will listen.
Just close your eyes
And give your imagination free reign.
For this story lives on only in you
And the weapon whose sole purpose
Is to convey that which has been forgotten.