Gentle Voice Of Cracking Thunder

• Cian Abbott, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2014

Such might to the blade of an art known only to the gentle soul, and the kind of spirit. Such cutting metal of this blade will undoubtedly push back its foes and bring forth a forfeit to all that do appose.
Imbued with the power to stop evil and destroy all that they may know, binding them to a cross that is their burdens. The power is unwavering, and can be used to take as it can give. Should the wielder be wise, they may cut away the bindings of the cross that the inflicted may have.
The metal sits strong, and the sword is great. Few may possess such a mighty creation, and fewer even know how to wield it. This weapon by the metal of voice, heated in the forges of love, and sharpened by the good faith that a wielder must have.
These words are gentle, but their meaning great; incomprehensible to any that wish to use the sword as their own. For only those that admire such a weapon, though wish not to use it, are given the good grace to wield it in the mightiest of ways; for this, is the gift of a gentle voice.