Broken Sword

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In a realm of steel and fray,
A sword lay shattered, its glory astray.
Once a symbol of might and pride,
Now broken and lost, its edge denied.

O, broken sword, your blade once bright,
Now shards of memory, lost in the night.
Your purpose faltered, your spirit dimmed,
A shattered relic, where dreams have been grimmed.

Through valiant battles, you fought with zeal,
A beacon of hope, a righteous feel.
But in a fateful clash, met your demise,
Your blade shattered, your power lies.

O, broken sword, your blade once bright,
Now shards of memory, lost in the night.
Your purpose faltered, your spirit dimmed,
A shattered relic, where dreams have been grimmed.

Your fragments scattered, a mournful sight,
A tale of glory, now plunged in night.
Yet, hidden embers within you still glow,
A testament to courage, despite the blow.

From forge and anvil, you'll rise anew,
A force reborn, your spirit true.
With mended blade and tempered might,
You'll conquer darkness, restore the light.

O, broken sword, your blade once bright,
Now shards of memory, lost in the night.
Your purpose found, your spirit restored,
A symbol of hope, forevermore adored.