The Magic Sword

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Celtic-Scribe63

A short free-form poem about a magic sword that smites evil.

There waits a magic sword in a lost and ancient grove.

It's overgrown with weeds and marred by rust.

Make no mistake though, youth!

If you can pull it free,

 There's no blade out there better you should trust.

When steel songs sing amidst the air,

Its voice rises higher.

Piercing through the battle din and roaring like a choir.

No shield or armor stand its match,

No foe its equal neither.

It thwarts the evil plans that hatch,

When villains scheme in spires.

It waits now for you friend;

Adventurer in the making.

It rests in its stone pedestal,

A fruit ripe for the taking.

Search the world and find it,

And on the day you do,

Know the world awaits it and all the good you'll do.


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Submitted: October 22, 2021

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For me, Your poems conjure up some vivid imagery of chivilrous knights in gleaming armour fighting the good fight against dark and malevolent foes.

Great work.

Tue, November 9th, 2021 9:25am

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