War always called upon the sword

The sharp, swift blade

Wielded by the steady hand

Until society was ruled by the sword

ever-changing as the weapon was improved

We built civilizations and systems

On a theory of power and force

Allowing time to erase our knowlege

Long since forgotten wisdom

But a whisper rises

Speaking through the darkness

Reminding each of us

That we are the swords

Resting dormant

In a long hibernation

Our awakening approaches

As we ready ourselves

We are the swords

Blinding in our bright ferocity

Returning to a lost world ~ Caroline A. Slee