Rusted Blade (Draft 0.9)
I feel as rusted as a sword in stone slab corupted
by rust and tarnish.
O’yeah The battles once fought ,O’ The glory once sought.
But yet alas proudly displayed.
I have sucumbed to the ravages of neglect and disuse.
how shunned gleamed aside.
O’ how I long for more chalange.
The luster and polshed shean of respect and honor.
I wish circumstances would shatter my binds.
O’ Carry me to battle !! and new chalanges.
Stone to My steel, polish to my hilt.
Solidiers soul bound to steel,
My Gods FREE ME or send me to some use, not this idle rustin nightmare!
Problems fester & can not be cut down and aside.
My steel bound to stone, none to hold me proudly carry me to battle.