Blade X Scabbard Poem by Hell 'Farya

Idà n b'àkọ jẹ́ -
Yet revel in the aftermath.
Then come that day,
When it lay bare in the cold,
For all to see, to touch,
Come rain, come sun.
Then it tanned,
Glint lost, edges dull.
And so rust came,
The once ferocious blade,
Now a digging tool -
Tool for toddlers,
In self empathy, a word;
'Tell them all,
Those who care not
For their home,
Let them beware,
Something lurks beyond today,
An entity unseen
Tell them.'

Idà tí n b'àkọ jẹ́
Ẹ sọ fún.