A Legend's Birth Poem by Howard Long

A Legend's Birth

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The blade was snapped and broken,
the sword was cracked and bent.
The tool of man's resurgence,
is now asunder rent.
It lies in grass forsaken,
trodden underfoot.

Its quest is now a legend,
though it lies with great unrest.
The throngs will see the edges,
and its story they'll attest
of bloodied nights and eves
of smould'ring fires relit
as angry men and thieves
were traded cut for cut.

The splinters on the ground
bemoan their sorry fate.
Their voices intermingled
as tongues of flaming light.
No one will heed their pleas
for they are legends yet.
The story that is told
is iron bound at ends.

Saturday, January 19, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 22 January 2019

Well conceived and nicely brought forth in good poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing Howard.

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