Excalibur

The coming of age has arrived

This day has long been awaited

Knighted and accepted into the order

He forges a blade of unequivocal magnitude

This sword which he carries strikes all those before him

Life and death balance on the keen edge of his magnificent blade

It became the source of his pride and strength

The sword made him who he is

And so the day came that in the haze of battle his sword was lost to him

No other blade lying upon the ground would do

His was the only one that gave him power

It gave him strength

It gave him speed

And now it was lost

As was his life

For he no longer realized what made him who he is

A sword is but a sword

It holds no power and gives no strength

For it is in the hands of he who wields the blade that power, strength and speed is held

It was his years of training that made him strong

It was his unbreakable personality that gave him his drive

Not the sword

He was only as good as he believed himself to be

And when he put his belief in a sword rather than his heart

He was only as good as the sword will ever be