The Warlord's Treasure
He uses it in battle
To fight evil far and near
It makes bones rattle
In the bones, it strikes fear
It takes what it wants
And what it wants is peace
With it, it taunts
The golden Fleece’s key
With which it unlocks
A story to be told
And a legend of gold
It is here and it is there
It is nowhere, yet everywhere
Hidden in plain sight
Hiding from the light
But it is the creator of sound and sight
Although it’s ideas are against its mind
It gives to the purest heart
And permanently makes its mark
You will find it in the hoard
Stylized as a sword
