The Spoken Sword

The swords clang in mid flight

The sound echoes throughout the atmosphere

Shining one silver and one iron forged

The empty fight neither gives

Leaving the ground strewn red

An endless stand against two views

Atop the mountain from the eagle sees

This is life and death or death and life

Still echoing the ping of the blades

Rippling through times river

Inside one strengthens and one weakens

Silver and iron elements ever changing

Raised high up in the struggle to overcome

All the while this is and this just is

One edge glimmering in the suns’ rays beautifully

The other from the cored earths dirty ground

Meeting in time one born from purity

One rose through the blackness of dust

The hope of fusion of these two

Impossible chance strikes like lightening breath

Miracle encounter from the creators’ gate

Place these two folded for life

One in one, glimmering outside, hardened inside

To cast the foretold message to the abyss

The sound meeting forever echoes

The blade of forged deliverance

To hold true through the pieces of truth

Calling all who hear to stand still

Let the sword of fire billow