The sword of righteousness.

The sword of righteousness,

Lies in callousness,

Rust spattered along its spine,

Its bearers long taken by the fight up to the divine,

No one is left who can bear to touch the hilt,

No one can against evil its blade tilt.

It lies unused for centuries,

Forgotten even in the ancients memories,

The death of good looms fast,

Can there be a figure who rises from the past,

Who can at least hold the sword,

To fight darkness's hordes.

Show yourself to the world my guardian,

And protect the warriors of your kingdom.

McD