Relieved, the heart, of duties past;
The sun, at dawn, gives birth once more:
If morning breaks— through heat and thrust—
All elements their parts restore.

In furnace cast, if hammered — shaped
Begotten meaning in the art.
No pain is true if solely draped!
Its particles are whole—apart.

A simple sheath, to carry weight
Of times gone by, forever sealed.
Created so, to cut and grate;
A hilt to grip, an edge—annealed.

Alas! The soul must crystallize
Before it can the sword withdraw;
And shed its light, and realize:
The sharpest blade — a likely flaw.