The Golden Sword

A goddess of virtue created a land
An arable place, made with loving hand
The sunny faced goddess graced the land with her smile
And the land burst into bloom and laughed all the while

The people she watched over were docile and meek
Compared to others, they were thought to be weak
But they were so happy and peaceful, it seemed
Like they lived in a land all but dreamed

Then, one grim day, both dark and dreary
A group of grim and gaunt mercenary
Descended upon the land like a disease
And slaughtered the people with greatest of ease

The goddess, distraught, watched from on high
Saw villages pillaged and wondered why
And then, from her heaven-like restigé
The goddess saw the cold heart that lead this cruel siege

The god of war stood tall and bold
Held in his grip was a weapon of old
Wielded by him, a thousand heads rolled
A crimson stained sword of gold

The goddess, no longer delighted
Left her cloud castle, and alighted
Upon her ravaged and war-torn soil
Her usually calm temper began slowly to boil

"How dare you invade my country, my home?
Why must your soldiers kill wherever they roam?
I'll give you anything, glory and gold
But I want you to leave, Captain so bold!"

The Captain chuckled, then took a deep breath
Said he "What do I care for mortal man's death?
I am immortal, and I can do what I like.
This land did please me, and so I did strike

"Who are you to judge, young as you are?
I am the Magistrate; my will does fall
On you, brave little chit at my feet
You talk pretty big, but can your match be meet?"

And the goddess trembled, and cowered in fear
She was not used to other gods being near
His powers did frighten, but she hatched up a plan
Thus in this vein it ran:

"The days of this warlord must come to an end
Put down your weaponry if you wish to befriend
If you don't, you will fall swift under my blade
A spear of pure silver, once a gardener's spade

"This spade did create this world that you kill
This tool had a use, destroyed in your will
Now, a will of it's own, it chooses to seek
The ones that havoc sought to unrightfully wreak"

With a toss of her head, the goddess crafted a helm
Made out of more silver, and long-flourishing elm
And placed it over her ebony locks
Then drew her ultimatum from its sealed box

She flew to the Earth, and no mercy was spared
For her own people she barely cared
She slaughtered all in her path, and when she was done
Only one stood grinning gruesomely; only one

She lifted her spear, she gripped the tough ash
She flipped her dark hair, she hefted her sash
And, with the air around her shouting false calm
She attacked the war-god with little aplomb

The god drew back, more in surprise than fear
And grabbed his great powerful sword, which lay near
He parried her offense, and laughed as he swung
Only stopping his smiling when abruptly flung

To the ground; He lay there, bruised and broken
A gouge in his chest the goddess's token
As his unearthly blood flowed freely
The goddess flew from the fierce melee

She snatched up the golden sword on the ground
And traveled to a far-off land the world round
There, in dead of night, the goddess would depart
Using the golden sword to stab through her heart

Immortal they were, these gods so betrayed
Dead at the hands of the other one's blade
And where their heavenly blood touched the earth
A translucent flower was born and gave birth

There are but two thousand tones of this plant
A soft sort of plant, soft as monks' chant
Yet a steady and sturdy thing, and years after it's birth
It can still only be found on two places on earth

In one place, in the high mountains of Mongolia
Surrounded by this plant, resembling magnolia
Lies the golden sword protected by barrier spell
Which only one being on Earth can quell

This sword has tales to tell.