Stars and Swords
High and ordered are the stars of night
The Swan, the Archer, Eagle, Ship; I traced
their brilliant patterns with a child’s delight
The Swordsman, belt with shining jewels laced,
kept me and those I loved from harm, from dark.
His blade held high, it glimmered cold and chaste.
Swordsman, see this field? No patterns mark
the bodies where they fell. My sword robbed light
from eyes of those that came within its arc.
My sword is stained with bood, yours clean and bright.
High and ordered are the stars of night.