GEEK POETRY JAM: STEEL IN THE GLADE
A wooded path leads to a clearing,
Where sunlight spills into a glade.
A Prophecy of fate is nearing,
Alone it stands, that ancient blade.
Unseen, untouched for centuries,
Yet ever faithful it remained.
Until the day a worthy soul,
Would step into that covered glade.
One of courage, one of power,
One of wisdom, one of heart,
Only one so selfless then,
Could tear the stone and blade apart.
Awoken now with memories,
Of loss and blood and pain.
Once vigilant, that ancient blade,
thought “Why have I remained?”
“Am I a gift or meant to be,
A curse?”it cried out from its stone.
Or have I been forsaken,
Left forgotten in this glade alone.
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