Hundreds of battles until now
A broken and cracked sword
Fought, protected with all its might
Slaying enemies left and right
Is it time for a new one?
It’s just a tool, used to kill
Why would it matter, replaced?
Broken is a word sided with distaste
A blade now dull, sharpness gone
A hilt now scrap and crack
A warrior needing to move on
A need for a weapon on his back
He goes in search of new
What he finds is not his
Only the sword now broken
Is of his character, his token
Desperate he goes back
To the sword that broke
He knows it can be repaired
Their journey, not done being shared
A new blade sharp, steady
A hilt new but familiar
A duo back in the fight already
A sky lining now silver