Legends speak in the rustling breeze, Of heroes past and destinies seized. Yet here, in the meadow, calm and dark, The sword's tale begins with a silent spark. Amidst the quiet, butterflies soar, Guardians of secrets and stories of yore. In the peaceful hush, the sword remains, A beacon of light in nature's dark domain.
Legends speak in the rustling breeze,
Of heroes past and destinies seized.
Yet here, in the meadow, calm and dark,
The sword's tale begins with a silent spark.
Amidst the quiet, butterflies soar,
Guardians of secrets and stories of yore.
In the peaceful hush, the sword remains,
A beacon of light in nature's dark domain.