This is the song that gave the first book of Donzalo's Destiny, 'The Song of the Sword,' its name. Written somewhat before I ever started on the novels or even knew I was going to write them. I did have to change the names of a couple places mentioned in the verses to fit the story. In the book, the bards Guesare and Oder exchange verses while traveling with young Donzalo.
The Song of the Sword
The song of the shining sword, I sing,
The song of a bird with a bright steel wing;
I sing of blows that make blades ring,
The life it has, the death it will bring.
My tales of time-lost battles I tell,
The sieges where great cities fell;
Of men who fought bravely and well,
The many souls sent down to hell.
To music made by clashing shields,
The sword sings over many fields;
A scythe Death unrelenting wields:
Men’s lives, the crop his reaping yields.
I watch by the light of a blood-red moon,
Where broken ramparts rise in ruin;
The cold wind carries a song of doom
As armies march to the ancient tune.
Before the sword, each nation falls;
It overthrows their high-built walls.
Barbarians plunder Tesra's halls;
The mighty end their days as thralls.
The sword cares naught for prideful powers
That gather wealth and build high towers.
It throws them down as mankind cowers;
They lie forgotten beneath the flowers.
So, I shall sing the song of the sword,
Of that which ever is man’s lord;
A song arising from discord,
For we march still to the song of the sword.
Stephen Brooke ©1986