User blog:Thrycius/ A poem for this gentle sword of mine

So, I was in the middle of a roleplay with ChaosWyvern-i and Galeforce's Wrath when stuff happened.

Basically, I managed to get my new sword Ophiuchus angry at me (she's a sentient word) because I allowed myself to be harmed.

So, as I am playing as a bard and all, I said a poem to the word in attempt to calm it down, which apparently pleased it enough.

I suck at these things (poem writing and all is not my forte, I prefer writing stories and the like) but I decided that I might as well save what I wrote here.

And so, here it is:

Oh Ophiuchus, oh gentle sword of mine your soul must not cry out for me! I do not deserve it, your love, your grace. This cold bard is not worthy to stand at your place.

 Oh Ophiuchus, oh sweet sword of mine! Do not cry over this wretched soul! If thou still refuses to choose none other than me then I shall endeavor to become one worthy of thee.

That's it. It could have been better, but whatever. lol