It was forged long ago in the heart of a dying universe,
this weapon of holy warfare,
the remanence of an ancient age long before men
when kings and spirits ruled the land.
Made of the purest metal in Goulash, but inlaid with a curse,
It was the crown jewel of royalty, the sword of Lord Ghivaire.
This was a tool of great caliber, Excalibur cannot contend,
but the sword was never used, it remained on a stand.
Part of this heroic verse,
“the sword would give strength, but only if you dare”
Test your might and embrace the zen,
but for all, the sword was too much to command.
What terror could be hiding within this blade?
Destroying civilization, a ghastly religious crusade?
Lord Ghivaire failed to use the greatest tool
to fight for a voice in the world of unjust overrule.
This was the great two handed Goulashian slammer,
but this blade has been long forgotten.
It stands as a relic of the past
Bound to the same stand for most of eternity.
Until one fateful soul decides to finally wield its power,
and bring sound to the silent.