The Blademaster's Lament

By: Eugenia Posted on: March 31, 2015

The Blademaster's Lament

========================

Some silver, clay and gathered ashes,

A feather, rose of red: purveyed.

I dream of stars and compass-slashes

While Murad forges up my blade.

This waiting kills. My guts are twisted.

The pester-urge must be resisted--

"Much longer yet?" But art can't rush.

I fold my tongue and hold my hush.

Quench sparks spring up and madly scatter--

He checks the edge and each side's flat,

Exclaims, "I give you Rambling Rat!"

My face forced blank, I feign and flatter,

Say thanks and stumble off. New quest:

A humgii, hungry to digest.

Another go gets Great Gorilla.

Now Crescent Bats and Whispering Eye,

A Stolen Dog and Waxing Killer,

Inspired Cats and Deadly Dye,

A Perfect Ant and Burning Monkey.

I can't use swords that sound so clunky.

Let me begin! I want to hunt!

The edge is sharp but dubbed so blunt.

As Murad works and hammers metal

I brace myself--he crafts bizarre

From pewter, ash and cinnabar.

Just this last try and then I settle.

The blade I'll bear to bring me fame?

Relentless Words--now there's a name.