With a fine & sharp edge,
It shines in the dark.
Long of talks of its glory,
But it was all in the past.
For now, it is a polished sword.
That has no red to show!
Its tales now long forgotten...
Hem of it turned into a white dove.
The tales of its glory,
They remain covered,
Under its rusted blows..
Hence, the rebel from
Young lads with boiling blood.
They think they got it all
But, only if they knew,
Of the latter's past....
For it bloomed red,
In the enemies' heart.
As it was veiled in a firey glow,
Be it in the weapon Smith's hands,
Or on the battlefield
As it delivered its final blows....
For it is a glorious nation,
And will Always be glorious,
Though it has turned from
A blooming red rose
Into a Daisy that matches
the snow.
Filled with relentless riches,
It glitters with all its remarks.
Brave were its people.
And brave were the soldiers
It once ward.
For only under the righteous
Did a mighty nation prosper,
And forged a justice
For the mighty blow of the sword.
~Sam
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