Accipiter Luna

Parker Koch
English 9H
Asuncion
4/28/16
Accipiter Luna
In a time before stars,
before the Earth bore Man’s scars,

There was only a forge,
set in the deep ridge of a bottomless gorge,

Ripped from the flame,
its burning silvered frame,

Forged in white starlight,
its fresh blade alight,

It bore its master’s mark,
the bane of the dark,

Its steel carved feather,
reflecting the cool midnight weather.

Accipiter,
The name of its master,

Luna,
For the moon,
its first true owner.

A sword so sharp,
it sang like a harp.

For years it will sit,
waiting for the one with Honor to bear it,

Waiting for you young hawk,
You and your ethereal mark.


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