Poem: The Steel Warrioress

The inspiration bug bit me pretty hard tonight (well, technically this morning, since my schedule is akin to that of a vampire). I was looking at some photos of my swords and got inspired to [again] write a poem about them, so I sat here and scribbled in my notebook like a woman possessed and then typed it all out on Word. Sappy, I know; I'm sure those tough hunks of steel are all incredibly embarrassed. I will post the photos that were my inspiration randomly around the poem. Hope you enjoy my random sappiness!

The Steel Warrioress

Copyright 2011 by Midori T. Kawakami

In the moonlight, she glistens

Atop rumpled silk, by lantern light she shines

In silent snow, she boldly makes her presence known.

She freely converses with old warrior and dignitary alike,

For she is both old warrior and dignitary.

Peace keeper.

Gate keeper.

A relic of the past, she sings the songs of the old heroes in a language long forgotten,

Heroes nearly unknown to this time, yet made legend in spite of it.

Loyal to her lord, she will forever serve him

And will serve the new lord in the old lord’s stead,

For human life is fleeting; a season

A cherry blossom on the breeze,

Yet she is immortal.

Limitless and proud.

Ageless, so long as her lord is as dedicated to her as she to him,

Lest she become dullen and rusted.

A glimpse of the past.

A treasure of the future.

She will serve her myriad masters by spilling blood

So they will not be forced to spill their own.

Rest, proud warrioress, rest.

Your job is done.

You’ve fought your battles.

No more is there a lord to serve.

Now the nameless masses admire your beauty,

Deadly masterpiece that you are.

The souls of our ancestors reside within your cold body, speaking to us over a sea of  time.

You can sleep now; sleep for the ages

Safe

Until your service is needed once again.