Marilyn Shepperson - The Sword

There was this plain, straight sword
In a glass case with others of its' ilk
But what made this one stand out
Were the many nicks along its' blade
Among the rest of the swords on display
Some had jewel encrusted, fancy hilts
Most had etchings along the blades
Yet it was still this one unadorned weapon
That drew and relentlessly held my gaze
Those imperfections down each side
That no smithy had been able to grind out
Showed to this day, the battles it had fought
Of men it had slain before their time
Or at least hideously maimed
A deadly tale, silently told

Marilyn Shepperson

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