Lone Sword

The smile, it faded
The blade, it fell
Not time could mend it
Nor time foretell

The glow grew dim
The sword grew naught
Not any remembered
Not any forgot

The sun went dark
The blade went gray
Not time can spark it
Not time can say

The one shall come
The blade shall shine
Not man can stop it
Not your's divine

Hey. This is the second poem I've uploaded onto Fictionpress. I hope you like it. It was actually inspired when I was staring at my Quizilla username and kept thinking "It would make such a cool title". This poem can have lots of interpretations and such. It isn't really meant to make much sense until you think about it, either. Heh. Again, hope you like it. Please review!