Originally appearing in HyperBole Magazine, this on-going group grope of history is sure to shine a little light into the dimmer corners of modern existence.
"Everlasting Stain
My heart grows cold like the steal of a sword
Left to die in the field or war
The long lost strength and power now gone
Its once great beauty and luster fads away
The blood of many and the blood of few
Is all that is left mingling with the rust
Of the once deadly weapon of a warrior
Who has fallen at the hands of another
The mighty sword has failed"
