Sword 1
Three swords forged from sweat
ground to a razors edge..
The old man standing as the one rode up,
ladle touching his lips small swallow
spit to the ditch..
He could see the hate in his eyes,
( his thought was all despise ).
He would take the sword of his choice,
but I know the one of his demise..
Horse standing at command,
young fool blood on his hand..
Leer a warning to step a side,
the old man smiling inside..
A finger pointing the young man approached..
The gold one he said..
Sorry the old man said, this would be the Kings
and no other till he is dead..
Not to worry I'll take it to the King,
for that is why I'm here..
But Sire, the bronze is in your eyes
and matches your glory and sun in the sky..
Gold will be the one for me,
hasten for I must ride..
Twist of his neck the old man raises to hand the sword,
the young man gleaming placing the sword in the sheath
as the gold blinds..
A sneer and a hoof of mud, gallop with the sword
throwing rainbows in the morning mist..
Approaching the castle the horse goes down,
young man jumps grabbing the sword..
Twist of a knee and the sword finds its
final resting..
As the castles knights place the young mans body
before the King, water and blood is washed..
Gold was sought, bronze was brought..
ground to a razors edge..
The old man standing as the one rode up,
ladle touching his lips small swallow
spit to the ditch..
He could see the hate in his eyes,
( his thought was all despise ).
He would take the sword of his choice,
but I know the one of his demise..
Horse standing at command,
young fool blood on his hand..
Leer a warning to step a side,
the old man smiling inside..
A finger pointing the young man approached..
The gold one he said..
Sorry the old man said, this would be the Kings
and no other till he is dead..
Not to worry I'll take it to the King,
for that is why I'm here..
But Sire, the bronze is in your eyes
and matches your glory and sun in the sky..
Gold will be the one for me,
hasten for I must ride..
Twist of his neck the old man raises to hand the sword,
the young man gleaming placing the sword in the sheath
as the gold blinds..
A sneer and a hoof of mud, gallop with the sword
throwing rainbows in the morning mist..
Approaching the castle the horse goes down,
young man jumps grabbing the sword..
Twist of a knee and the sword finds its
final resting..
As the castles knights place the young mans body
before the King, water and blood is washed..
Gold was sought, bronze was brought..
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