Burtle

Broken Blade

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



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