By the powers that be
Yield this sword of thee
Blessed by the angels above
Made out of the pureness of love
Worn by the gods of creation
Giving thee the feelings of sensation
The luxuary and pleasure of life's event
Experiencing this moment, the given present
Till one day thou are called home by nature's call
Where thee once again, will reunite by us all
Reflect what thou learned in the unknown
And perceive, how much thou hast grown.
An Original Poem by Droucil
