They say there's a sword,
With a blade so sharp,
That it can slice through,
Everything it touches.
They say there's a flame,
That burns so hot,
That anything nearby,
Crumbles into ash.
They say there's an ocean,
So impossibly deep,
That anyone caught within,
Drowns in an instant.
They say there's a mountain,
That peeks so far over the clouds,
That any who try to climb it,
Is lost forever.
And yet, they're all connected.
All have one thing in common.
The sword, the flame, the ocean, and the mountain,
They are one in the same.
The sword, forged of the steel from the mountain,
Smelted in the heart of the flame,
And cooled in the deepest ocean,
Cuts deeper than anything.
They say there's a shield,
Made of the mightiest iron,
That no matter what trials it may face,
Will stand the test of time.
They say there's a candle,
Made of holy wax,
Whose light is so bright in the night,
It can be seen from anywhere.
They say there's a tome.
Containing all the knowledge of the world,
That no scholar,
Has ever been able to read.
They say there's a spell,
That no matter who it affects,
No mater how far apart ,
It pulls people together.
And yet, they're all connected.
All have one thing in common,
The shield, the candle, the spell, and the tome.
They are one in the same.
The shield, crafted under the light of the candle,
Using the wisdom of the tome,
Enchanted with the magic spell,
Can never be broken.
The shield is holy,
Powered by one's faith,
In humankind,
And their acceptance of others.
But the sword is not holy,
It is only wielded with hatred,
The hatred among men,
That will tear them apart.
And so the struggle begins,
Hatred vs. acceptance,
Who will come out on top?
Only time will tell.
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Forgotten: Poetry by Shane Miller
PoetryI've decided to devote this to those times I just need to stay up late at night and write. Since I've gotten over my previous writer's block, I'll be able to post a new poem within every week. Even if I get cut off again, any poems I wrote will go h...
