I began as iron ore
Mined and refined to the purest of steel
I waited as steel bars
For a blacksmith to forge me a purpose
Steel formed my body, fire became my blood, and glass was my heart
I stood as a pure white blade
Shining brighter than many
Unaware of loss
Never once did I retreat
Standing
On the Hill of Swords
Intoxicated with victory
I broke
Abandoned
On the Hill of Swords
I became an aged sword
The Once Shinning blade
Now a dull rusty shattered blade
Awaiting one's arival
To be reforged
Blood ignited once more
To enter the fray again
I will continue on
No matter what awaits me
I have no regrets
For me this is the only path