Poetry: The Sword in the Stone
The legend of the sword stone they told Though – I’ve lived long enough To know it was not just another tale Men travelled from far and wide To try their luck with the sword Others with the rock Or perhaps both – Because the two were inseparable Some came with might Some with spells Others only with faith Yet all wanting the crown The sword dared not move an inch The stone dared not loosen its grip The sun rose and rose again More men came Just as they came, they left With the same results – With no results Then came one last man A man of a god Or perhaps a god of a man And yet in the eyes of men There was nothing fascinating about him – His eyes were dull His height was 5’6” And his head almost bald And yet those gifted with a third eye Could see there was more to him They saw – They saw that when he spoke people listened They saw that he valued all men the same They saw that he could not tell gold and silver apart They saw that he had taken no life...