keeper of the sword
are those who render
the blade's cutting edge
recieved by its sender
the mind of the young
a sword yet to shape
of wisdom and morals
there is no escape
the blacksmith's strong hands
fine are its molder
find me the child
the sword's rightful holder
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a great poem. GW62