The Sword

The sword did seem to speak to him,
unheard by other ears.
No other voice could be as loud,
or speak with so much power.

The scabbard was limned in ancient tongue,
no stranger to his eyes.
The guardian of the sword was there,
and kept it from all harm.

She brought to him the scabbard alone,
saying that it was his.
"We cannot be host to this," she said,
"it's in a foreign tongue."

"But no," he said, "this cannot be,
for sword and scabbard are one.
Both parts indeed are mine," he said,
"and no tongue is foreign to me."

Both sword and scabbard he did claim,
and both were given to him.
The sword became his other name,
and slowly grew in power.

The sword became his other name,
and was ever used for good.