Sovereign Blade
Reflection
In regal splendor, the sword stands tall,
A symbol of power, a story to enthrall.
Its golden hilt, a masterpiece of art,
Adorned with intricate designs, a treasure to the heart.
The crimson grip, a flush of passion's fire,
Echoes the courage that in battle's heart doth conspire.
The blade, a shaft of steel, sharp as desire,
Cuts through the veil, to the soul's highest fire.
In the stillness, it waits, a sentinel of might,
Guarding the threshold, between day and night.
The blue curtains, a backdrop of serenity,
Frame the scene, a tableau of majesty.
The red chair, a splash of vibrant hue,
A symbol of power, in waiting, anew.
The wooden pedestal, a base of sturdy oak,
Supports the sword, a monument to unspoken.
In this tableau, a story unfolds,
Of courage, honor, and a legacy to be told.