Fan Fiction ❯ Poetry ❯ I was useful once ( Chapter 3 )

I was useful once

I was useful once
Useful to many who had me
Now I am cast away like a child's plaything
Never to taste the sweet bliss of warriors' blood upon my lips

I was useful once
I was useful once

Used to protect my master's name
A blade, a sword, carried to protect the name of my master's people
A Noble's true arm!

Now a symbol of war
But I was useful once
Now I lie in some attic
Growing only dust and rust

Underneath, master's people talk of wars
Wars with no meaning, not meetings with the
enemy for the whens and wheres of battle
The battlefield as I called home, where bravery,
skill and cowardice were shown
Is now buildings, hundreds of leagues apart
there switches are the warriors and the
kings are cowards

Gone are the days I was needed
My tales, unlearned, my way of life unheeded
Gone are the knights and gilded horses
Replaced my 'tanks' and human automatons

Gone is peace
Gone are the days of the brave
Here is the time of false heroes
But I was useful once

This was written for a class I was in in highschool. It's an exercise in personification. We were told to take any object we could think of and I thought that it would be interesting to try to put the actions of modern war from the perspective of the famous sword Excalibur.