• Time passes.
    Dreams fade.
    You’re dull around the edges.
    Your glistening gems are dusty and old.
    Any design once there has faded.
    The sheath is ripping on its edges.
    Your last battle won,
    But with a price.
    Laying on the ground
    You’re happy,
    But also no more.
    Your blade broken
    In two it lays on the ground.
    That was its final battle.