A trial by steel
With iron, with stone, with fog and dust
The arrows glide, this piercing thrust
Hollow with armor, bounded by brotherhood
Lost in myths of oak, of bark, and wood
Shrouded by lore and mist
Fallen with glory, where honor exists
The gift of an immortal, they try to obtain
In these rivers, where the faded remain
The crowd gathers, while we wait for defeat
Lying unconscious, in the cobble streets
Home, for the everlasting rains
Chant and prayer, makes it's claim
The conqueror never sleeps
Overthrow him, a promise to keep
To swear a sacred oath
My heart, my blade, have both
New beginnings, and stepping stones
A trance, into this gloomy unknown
Fire is the sword, the secrets it conceals
Judge me, by this trial of steel
About the Creator
Valente Gonzalez
Born and raised in Chicago. Poetry and nature is my life.
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