A gleaming sword made from truth,
Lies hidden in ravaged lands.
A single blow to the fiercest foe,
Crumbles the vanquished into shifting sands.
Warriors arrive from realms afar,
A mad scour for this mythical blade.
Their eyes doused with the frenzy within,
The light of reason has started to fade.
Wary of the crazed,
I tread these bloodied lands.
My shield luminous with courage,
My destiny steady in my hands.
The Gods of power frown upon my march,
For theirs isn’t the counsel I seek.
My hunt for the sword continuous,
But my motives aren’t so bleak.
Only a drink of truth is what I look for,
And the wisdom it may speak.