ANCIENT SWORD
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Chapter 1:- ANCIENT SWORD
Upon the long past battle plain
None now remember who had fought
The heroes died, the enemy slain,
This ancient battle was for naught.
Most every trace is gone and lost,
Grass now grows where lay the bones.
Here or there a hauberk tossed;
Stray winds pick up the ancient moans.
A wanderer of wizard kind
Pursued and harried ‘cross the plain,
For days he fled, bereft of mind,
His weakness will let him be slain.
He stumbles there along the way,
As fast he hurries from the hound
And cannot rest, nor can he stay;
Below the grass, a mystery found!
An ancient sword which shows no rust,
Tho it had lain a thousand years.
A blade unmarred, but one he’d trust,
This find had set him close to tears.
Magic all used, still he could strive
To save his life, yet dear to him
And one more day to stay alive,
Altho his chances still seemed dim.
The sword did have no jewel or gilt,
But his hand it seemed to cling.
Balance perfect point to hilt,
The point to him did seem to sing.
Upon the long past battle plain
None now remember who had fought
The heroes died, the enemy slain,
This ancient battle was for naught.
Most every trace is gone and lost,
Grass now grows where lay the bones.
Here or there a hauberk tossed;
Stray winds pick up the ancient moans.
A wanderer of wizard kind
Pursued and harried ‘cross the plain,
For days he fled, bereft of mind,
His weakness will let him be slain.
He stumbles there along the way,
As fast he hurries from the hound
And cannot rest, nor can he stay;
Below the grass, a mystery found!
An ancient sword which shows no rust,
Tho it had lain a thousand years.
A blade unmarred, but one he’d trust,
This find had set him close to tears.
Magic all used, still he could strive
To save his life, yet dear to him
And one more day to stay alive,
Altho his chances still seemed dim.
The sword did have no jewel or gilt,
But his hand it seemed to cling.
Balance perfect point to hilt,
The point to him did seem to sing.
