This was written December 13th, 2025
There,
The heir,
Of this tale,
He did regale.
There once was a sword,
Forged long ago by Lord,
Whom Peace and Logic would preach,
And all of us he tried to reach.
First sword humanity had witnessed,
Purpose: A simple tool he confessed,
Naive he was; ignored our brutality,
Creatively repurposed for finality.
Bloodshed ensued; destruction raged; Lord realized,
Error was his; should have seen yet just surprised,
Corruption of such well-meaning intent,
Disgust unbound he fled to repent.
What now to do he did know not,
Insides twisted all in knot,
Box of Pandora’s bare?
He could not bear.
Ashamed at last,
Plus aghast,
He bled,
Red.