320. The Sword Of His Ancestors
A magnificently crafted blade that could stab, slice, and stun.
Made of strong pounded steel, tempered in the hottest of fire,
A child of the local blacksmith, a great work of art to admire.
Shined to perfection, then attached to a bronze engraved hilt,
A masterpiece of weaponry honoring the warrior who had it built.
The blacksmith delivered the sword personally to the hall of the king,
And for numerous years thereafter the monarch's enemies felt its sting.
The weapon fatally injured many, cracked their heads with a thud,
Over the years the blade became hallowed by the enemy' s blood.
The son cherished his father's sword as an object of veneration,
When he became too old it was passed on to the next generation.
To the new king it was a blessing, to his enemies something worse,
For its wielder the sword was magical, for the opponent a curse.
It changed the course of battles, and altered the outcome of a war,
This mystical sword soon became the object of poetry and lore.
The king's enemies, over time, decided their aggression to cease,
This legendary blade then became a respected symbol of peace.
When the last of the sons died and he was laid in his grave to rest,
The sword of his ancestors was placed with honor across his chest !
- Glenn Bergen, ( Ravensheart ), © Copyright, 2015.