The Sword

The sword…

A sword of golden flame,
yielded by the strength of the universe,
by the hand of an unseen force
that is not living and yet can never die;
Excalibur bows before its mighty power,
and none have felt its handle save one;
it was born of a thought,
it was born of desire,
and it lives on in service to the world
and to those who ask for its assistance;
with one pass it can swiftly cut the ties
that bind a soul to heartbreak
or grief
or misguided pursuits;
with a swift invisible cut of the air it can
cause the air to feel fresher,
lighter,
easier to breathe;
a sword made of fire
that can never be extinguished,
that is willing to be an ally to us all.