Ode to the Swordsman

It's marvelous a sword has so many features,

So marvelous it's funny.

Do we use it to slay creatures?

Or wield it just for the money…

Fortune is a mortal's sin,

One with which we cannot escape.

It boasts to secure safety within,

A thing we cannot will or shape.

When fortune is beckoning,

All one can do is answer.

But I was young before the reckoning,

Without the will to save her.

So I sit here,

Waiting on the hillside.

For the clouds to clear,

And the turning of the tide.

Too many die by the sword,

Promised to live again.

When will you learn?

Nothing lives again.

She won't live again…