Swords in the library 

No swords in the library

At least that’s what the sign used to say

Shouting at and punishing everyone who even tried

Now that it has been worn out it simply says

Sword in library

There have been rumors, not quite denied

That there is a sword that lays inside

With a blade stronger than any force of nature

A hilt more beautiful than all the stars in the night sky

The most difficult thing to find for those who dare try

Many people have seen it

Right out of the corner of their eye

But upon further inspection it is simply a trick of the light

A figment of the imagination, perhaps

Running from view like a leaf in the wind

There have been people

Who have heard it in their dreams

Calling and crying

Hoping that someone will find it

Without even trying

I too have heard it once or twice

Calling my name, begging for a master

Or perhaps it was just that

A dream, a figment of my imagination

I don’t believe in such stories

They are just that

Stories