<u>Stanza I: Prologue</u>
Forged in steel, wrought with iron;
Fire that rises to the heavens, a bellow of smoke towards the clouds,
Glowing bright, Lighting the cold, bleak night;
Forged in the deepest dwellings, there abide I;
Glimmers of hope, made of sweat; A object of work, A object of death.
But stood I there on the pedestal for a time and time again, waiting for a hand, to wield me one day.
Till on that fated morning, a person came; Clad in Iron and steel, covered in a mantle,
He looked upon the blades at nigh, then singled me out to be his pride;
Where that fated adventure began, as I was placed within my sheath, a adventure awaits, the days of glory begins.
<u>Stanza II: The Start of an Adventure</u>
To start, my master and I, to bring about history for 'nought,
For as it it comes so as it goes, a stamp in the unending time.
So when drawn I out from my clothes,
Naked I stand in the bright of day,
With screaming and shouts that broke the still,
The pains of the dying the screams of the triumph;
Returned I into my home for another day, as we slowly progressed through the times.
<u>Stanza III: The Empire</u>
For when time travels, I by his side,
People groups I've seen, kneel and bow before my king,
For journeys ahead they bring their wares and tribute,
I shown in bright gleaming light, a display of the proud majesty,
For beneath my master lies the servants that feed,
the many followers of my lord and king.
<u>Stanza IV: The Rebellion</u>
But times are near where I was robed,
brought forth to bear in the land of our foes;
Drawn into the light and pointed towards the sky,
Once again called upon to lead the men into the night,
For again blood spilt the ground,
And the agony of cries of the fallen was heard all around.
But brought together I with my pride,
Once again I stride forward with my master by my side.
<u>Stanza V: The Beginning of the End</u>
Onward we rode into the night,
Chasing our enemies into the ground,
But what's this a crow flying in the sky,
A bad omen in which we must not take pride;
As it caws and feathers it ways towards the men,
As it screams death upon our head,
The gallant crew in which they marched ahead.
<u>Stanza VI: The Last Battle</u>
The bleak of day, brings wind at last,
As it rips all flags too half mast;
My master takes me out once more,
and sharpened my sides once again,
In preparation to meet our fate.
But unto then I saw on the other side,
His son striding with his men about their camp all night;
But as they lined to meet each other,
Fate sealed in their eyes.
But as we clashed into the night,
With little note of worth at sight,
But through it all I was held up high,
to meet the doom that was described;
In the last hour in which we were together,
He dropped me from his hands held high,
As death passes in his eyes,
The burning light flickering and put out in the night.
<u>Stanza VII: The Epilogue</u>
All stories must come to an end,
As his men gather my lord till his grave,
And gave him me on his chest,
Twas' was his last words in the end,
To throw me till the lake ahead,
And as the parting grace has end,
He threw me forth till it began,
A resounding sleep that closed his eyes,
As i drift and sink into the night.
But as I slowly fall asleep,
Remembering what my travels bring,
I sleep peacefully knowing that,
Peace has finally come home tonight.
