Here Lies a Sword

January 27, 2009 at 3:30 pm (Poetry) (, , , , , , )


Here lies an unpolished sword-still sheathed
Rusted with doubt and the lies we’ve believed
Neglected, forsaken, left unretrieved
While we create fire-breathing dragons.

The monsters we’ve made with our own traitor hands
Have lept to our throats with murd’rous demands
Vicious in depths only hell understands
Are the horrors required by our dragons.

Upon the stone altar our own hands have piled,
Grown cold with our hearts, with our own hands defiled
We treacherously slash out the throat of each child
A sacrifice meet for the dragons.

We loathe the death-monsters our culture has made,
Still, we surrender, too weak and afraid
To unsheathe our Weapon and sharpen the blade,
To advance on those devilish dragons.

Copyright 2006 by Abigail



  1. Vanessa said,

    Very good!

  2. Anna said,

    So true… So many of us don’t rely on God as much as we ought, don’t memorize His word… I know I don’t. I’m working on it though 🙂

  3. Miss S. said,

    Wonderful poem, Abigail! I love poetry so much…
    ~Miss S.

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