Blade Of A Sword Poem by Uloia Norris Moore

Eons ages passed down
some through Crown.

Mettle tempered blacksmith hammer
determines worth of said sword.

Truth of the sword held by just hand
determines the wearer
armor the land.

Worthy of heart only finest
of blade surly made.

Layers upon layers hides true soul
the owner of blade in time may
none know worthy so?

Finest of blade layered so twenty two
sheaths of the finest steel
black smith knows.

Uncovering each layer brings soul
of previous owner original smith
now he knows.

Honor with such sword
smiths plight.