I had a dream I was a sword,
Imprisoned in a metal, cold,
I felt myself completely placid 
I was not wandering at all

Of dream I had - I was a sword.
Above a someone's head I soared
And fell, indifferent and bored.
I was condemned to pay this toll.

I had a dream I was a sword
A judge, a butcher and a lord,
Last candle and a dying chord 
For miserable human's soul.         

Unmovable, I stood as ward.
Entwined by fate and human's lot
I was - and will - to be a hot
Creation's foundation stone!


What fool I was! Bequiled and proud
I dreamed of naught and wanted naught.
And punishment was my reward!
...I had a dream I was a sword

And I have awakened once.