*In the mountains of old
A sword rests having just been forged
Waiting now for the respectful keep
All bow to revenance of thee
Years will pass before claim is made
One whom has a soul that bleeds
Broken yet still fights
One who loves with all might
The sword shall rest until such time
For the one whom she has in mind
Forged she was off blood, sweat, and tears
Lays in wait for years
One has come who demons have fought
Gallantly trodded the Devils lot
Ripped was the heart of this keep
Only to love again wholeheartedly
Once eyes were set upon this sword
Her beauty seen from the delicate forge
Though covered in dust from years of wait
The keep takes her as is fate*
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
*In the mountains of old
A sword rests having just been forged
Waiting now for the respectful keep
All bow to revenance of thee
Years will pass before claim is made
One whom has a soul that bleeds
Broken yet still fights
One who loves with all might
The sword shall rest until such time
For the one whom she has in mind
Forged she was off blood, sweat, and tears
Lays in wait for years
One has come who demons have fought
Gallantly trodded the Devils lot
Ripped was the heart of this keep
Only to love again wholeheartedly
Once eyes were set upon this sword
Her beauty seen from the delicate forge
Though covered in dust from years of wait
The keep takes her as is fate*
Just some 3am ramblings of middle earth....
