Excalibur's Vigil

In the stillness, a sword stands tall, A sentinel of honor, a symbol of all, That once was and what could be, A bridge between history and destiny. The ornate hilt, a tale of craftsmanship old, Echoes of battles, of stories untold, The blade, a pathway, sharp and true, A guardian of truth, for me and for you. In the heart of the room, it finds its place, A focal point, a story to embrace, The red curtain, a backdrop grand, A stage for the narrative, at hand. The blue chair, a witness to the past, A keeper of secrets, forever to last, The marble pedestal, a foundation strong, A base for the legend, where it belongs. This sword, a key, to unlock and to free, A symbol of courage, for you and me.