The beauty of the sword
Doubled-edged and true
Breaking dawn and bitterness
in all we say and do

A word in moments glaring
A patiently persistent heart
The wild moon preparing
to rip the night apart

Brandish steel in
a decisive way divine
cut down calamity and chaos
and every choking vine

Sheathe not nor lay to ground
until the task is complete
Bare the fertile soul
so ready to be replete

We were planters
and we were warriors
bringing tools
and weapons too

We fed the earth
and fought the sky
and brought our tears
to water true