Who holds
Coinspinner
knows good odds Whichever move he make But the Sword of Chance, to please
the gods, Slips from him like a snake.
The Sword of Justice balances
the pans Of right and wrong, and foul and fair. Eye for an eye, Doomgiver
scans The fate of all folk everywhere.
Dragonslicer,
Dragonslicer, how d'you slay? Reaching for the heart in behind the
scales. Dragonslicer, Dragonslicer, where d'you stay? In the belly of the
giant that my blade impales.
Farslayer howls
across the world For thy heart, for thy heart, who hast wronged
me! Vengeance is his who casts the blade Yet he will in the end no triumph
see.
The Mindsword spun
in the dawn's gray light And men and demons knelt down before. The
Mindsword flashed in the midday bright Gods joined the dance, and the march
to war. It spun in the twilight dim as well And gods and men marched off
to Hell.
I shatter Swords and splinter spears; None stands to Shieldbreaker. My
point's the fount of orphans' tears My edge the widowmaker.
The Sword
of Stealth is given to One lowly and despised Sightblinder's
gifts: his eyes are keen His nature is disguised.
The Tyrant's Blade
no blood hath spill But doth the spirit carve Soulcutter hath
no body killed But many left to starve.
The Sword of Seige struck a
hammer's blow With a crash, and a smash, and a tumbled wall. Stonecutter
laid a castle low With a groan, and a roar, and a tower's fall.
Long
roads the Sword of Fury makes Hard walls it makes around the soft The
fighter who Townsaver
takes Can bid farewell to home and croft.
Who holds Wayfinder finds
good roads Its master's step is brisk The Sword of Wisdom lightens
loads But adds unto their risk.
Whose flesh the Sword of Mercy hurts
has drawn no breath; Whose soul it heals has wandered in the night, Has
paid the summing of all debts in death Has turned to see returning
light.
