The Enchanted Sword

Once upon a morning bright,
A young girl came into sight,
She hid between drapes of white,
Pretending to be a woodland sprite.

Her grandfather entered, about her height,
She felt a tingle in her nose, filled with fright,
She had to sneeze but her finger she'd bite,
Otherwise she would have to take her flight.

Her grandfather opened a drawer to his right,
His face started to twist up tight,
He reached in as emotions began to incite,
As his expression turned to contrite.

He revealed a long blade he had won by rite,
The accursed blade that caused his plight,
He recalled the actions took that night,
Where his brother perished by spite.

He closed his eyes and as if in a dream,
He held the blade as it began to gleam,
Recalling the events involved in that scheme,
Envisioning again, the blood-curdling scream.

It was a cold winter's night by the banks of a stream,
All was calm, the moon white as cream,
But his heart pounded harder than it would seem,
Knowing tonight's plotted violent theme.

The moon turned red and began to beam,
Gazing at the sword he remember the words of the Supreme,
'There is only one way to progress this regime,
You must slay your own kin and bring forth our esteem!'

He cringed as he knew this vow was extreme,
It was harder to do than he ever could deem,
He took his brother, his heart began to teem,
As he slew his kin, his mind ripped at the seam.

The blood dripped from the wound, in the Supreme's accord,
Bittersweet emotions ate at his heart, this was his reward,
He had slaughtered his brother but he'd avenged the horde,
This was what his deeds could afford.

He tugged the blade from the brother he adored,
Holding the blade to the moon, his honor restored,
He vowed to the sky so the Gods could record,
He had done his dirty deed, his pain would not be ignored.

We go back to the room, the young girl is quite bored,
She opened slightly the curtains and to him crawled toward,
He was still in his trance, on the dream ship aboard,
From his eyes, his memories poured.

She became to him the one he called 'Lord',
He looked down at her and in the air the blade soared,
He recited his vow, this blade slays all who cause discord,
And into his granddaughter he thrust the enchanted sword.