Sovereign Blade
Reflection
In regal repose, the sword stands tall,
A symbol of power, beyond them all.
Its hilt adorned with intricate design,
A masterpiece of craftsmanship divine.
The blade, a shimmering silver bright,
Cuts through the shadows, with gentle might.
The scabbard, wooden, worn with age,
Tells tales of battles, on a bygone stage.
The red curtain, a backdrop grand,
Frames the sword, in a noble land.
The chair, a witness to history's page,
Sits silently, in a bygone age.
The sword, a guardian of honor true,
A protector of the meek, and just anew.
It shines, a beacon, in the dark of night,
A symbol of courage, that guides to the light.