SWORDS PART ONE

A sword to slay with angel’s feathers

Made from seraphic wing bones

Saves, unscathes, heals and more

Burns divine, unlike temporal stones

Halo at its most inner core

Makes one almost not need leathers

Solhi is this named sword

Destiny shines on metal plates

And in those symbols “kings”

A thorn in side of fates

With sound of forever rings

Even at her heart, her chord

This last thus far, Dawn

A warrior’s blade

Gives to others past glory

Glory that cannot fade

Though it sometimes will get gory

You’ll make it through, no pawn