Unworthy
I was born of frost and flame,
Forged in conditions harsh and unforgiving.
Shaped by the touch of skin and metal alike.
Till I shimmered under the glow of starlight.
I was a thing of beauty.
Yet, I did not epitomize frailty.
No, I was meant to be the protector;
A coat of armor meant to be expendable.
I was whisked away under the cover of darkness,
And then an eternity did I spend in wait.
I lay there, eagerly awaiting the break of day,
Hoping my fearless knight was on his way.
But as time went by I grew less hopeful.
I had grown old and I feared redundancy.
But on that fateful day, he finally arrived,
And I had never known such true joy.
The deal was done and I was to be sent away.
A master craftsman worked on my ageing body.
He brushed away the grit and grime gathered over the years,
Pruned and polished, I had never looked so good.
My life had a clear purpose now,
To be elegant until I could be no more,
To be pristine until I could be no more,
To safeguard the sanctity of a creation far beyond my own.
Our union happened under the perfect conditions,
I vowed to perform my sacred duty,
To protect my master from all evil forces.
I rode home with him, proud and euphoric.
Ready to begin a new life of adventure and excitement.
Yet, what is this I now feel?
There is a force pulling me away from my lord.
I was being stretched and deformed beyond my limits,
I held on stubbornly, refusing to give in.
I screamed out in vain as I was sent over the edge,
My pride was shattered into a million pieces.
My life had just begun and it was already over.
I now lay on the ground, bent, broken and defeated.
What monster could do such a thing I wondered,
As my master picked me up and tossed me aside.
Down into the eternal darkness, I plunged,
As I slowly lost my consciousness.
Against the dull, lingering pain I realized the truth,
My master had deemed me unworthy.
