Sheathed in blue silk threads
A sword whom has seen the depths
Of despair, tears and misfortune
Withstanding nights of exhaustion
And days of endless battle
The skillful blade wrathful
Never with unjustified reason
Witnessing empires of fallen legions
As a warning to cease fighting
Sometimes merciful in exertion
For those who bow in submission
Bearing wisdom, a damascus steel blade
A memoir written with each abrade