The Warden
The Warden
She is waiting,
so is the sword.
She is praying,
from god unheard.
It lasts forever,
can't be destroyed,
the sword will never,
become void!
She is longing,
for salvation,
but what is coming,
is damnation.
Once upon a time,
she was the sword.
Was it her crime,
to leave and ward?
She is withering,
cause she is alone.
She is suffering,
her heart cold as stone.
The sword awaits
his future master,
to change human fates
and bring disaster.
