A Poem

Here is a poem that I wrote for an English assignment. Sorry if my grammar is horrible, but I hope you enjoy it. My brothers tell me that it sounds like the beginning to a strange book. It is telling a story it does not rhyme. You :an leave a comment if you like it, absolutely hate it, or it you have any tips or ideas for it. :)

An Ancient Sword

By Hannah Briggs

I saw it glistening in the moonlight,

Not even the clouds cast a shadow upon this ancient blade.

 The stars danced across its blade

 As I lifted it from its dewy grave

Not knowing what story this sword beheld…

Its hilt was of mahogany wrapped in leather

The cross guard inlaid with precious stones,

Along its blade, of Damascus steel, ancient runes had been inscribed

In an old form of Gaelic unknown to man.

As I gazed upon this ancient weapon

I saw visions of battles fought long ago

Full of darkness, loneliness and death.

 In the midst of blood and confusion,

 I heard the shrieks of horse as their riders fell to the earth.

Brave men, young and old died beneath the steel of this ancient sword

Visions of burning villages and ruins of castles swept by.

Sorrowing mothers, lovers, and sisters shed tears

For those now lost forever to the wrath of that relic of death.

After years of miseries, happiness, victories and defeat

This sword of terror fell to the earth in a single bloody battle

Never to be raised against another again.

It lay in where it fell.

Travellers took no notice of it and ordinary men dared not touch it.

Years passed by and finally it caught the interest of a young hero…

I turned my head upwards away from the sword to gaze at the sky

All clouds had vanished leaving a clear vista of the moon in the vast sea of stars

Then and there I decided to give that ancient sword a new history.

A history of heroism and good deeds.