by Nick Gisburne
A weapon of extraordinary steel
Uncovered from a pile of worthless junk
Beyond my expectations, it is real
Unless these eyes deceive me, or I’m drunk
Impossible to hope for such a find
A clean, exquisite, legendary blade
The simpleton who sold it must be blind
Considering the paltry price I paid
The former owner does not know, of course
The story of the sword discovered here
He whines about his difficult divorce
And asks for cash before I disappear
More precious than the fabled Golden Fleece
Authentic? Read the markings: ‘Made in Greece’
