World Of Sword Poem by Gregory Corban Jr.

Swords swing, with a mighty ‘shhhing! '
Arrows fly, its job to soar through the sky.
Spells cast, followed by a blast.
People never bored, how can we keep from this world of Sword?

Tasks appear, asking fellow warriors to quench the fear.
Quests accepted, none are rejected.
Traveling to great places, living amongst the other races.
Monsters taunt from the unexplored, how can we keep from this world of Sword?

Finding the gems, plucking the stems.
Crafting the blade, eating the food that was made.
Selling for gold, glad that the saber could be sold.
More wealth than a lord, how can we keep from this world of Sword?

Running from our life, to a place without strife.
Living in a perfect place, we visit without haste.
Wishing it was a reality, unbeknownst of its real lethality.
It's the games we hoard, but how can we keep from this world is Sword?