Battlefield Sword: A Poem


I am strength and beauty in my ancient armor.

Battling each lord and knight

Hiding behind my faceplate


Yet I wonder

Is there any sword that can pierce this steel?

Or lance that can stay this spinning?

Might a mace expose the bone of a hidden mind?


Or will I forever remain covered?


Ever encased.


Ever turning.

Without pause

Or rest

From the battlefield



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