Silverblade, my thanks be known,
Until a day more tangible shown,
For the restoration of my brother,
Together we'll ride, as he recovers.

Hurry my Brother, do not tarry,
Lest our kingdom be ripe to bury,
Our enemines advance with fevered pride,
To Deadmans Cave is where we'll ride.

Winds of west and clouds of night,
Cover us on our straightward flight,
Through the treacherous Praires Glade,
Safe to the appointed cave.

Sweet Esmeralda, hear mine heart,
I'm soon to face the firey darts,
But I'll soon return to gather Thee,
And save Thee, from thy slumber free!

My Brother of departed day,
My thanks to God I’m giving,
That we may have this time anew,
You’re once more amoung the living!

That you should once more be alive,
‘Tis a miracle of such grace,
To have seen you once laid so low,
But now I behold thy face!

Silver Blades strong magic,
Hast revived thy very soul,
Thy body now doth heal,
New life you now shall know.

Brother, thy eyes have been opened,
To have knowledge of true loves worth,
Perhaps this latent understanding,
Played a part in thy rebirth.

Though you be my Brother,
Thou be a stranger in many ways,
Separated as we were when children,
Only recent we’ve shared our days.

Speak to me, my Brother,
Share the burdens of thine heart,
That we may grow together,
Till that day we will next depart.

My dear brother of tarnished past,
We are here together at long last,
Sharing truths of our own life trials,
Allow me to share mine for the while.

I was raised by wonderful parents true,
I was taught virtue and wisdom too,
But the greatest thing I ever learned,
Love, truth and compassion, not be spurned!

Raised to value ones' integrity,
Lessons planted deep within me,
My gentle parents lead the way,
For me to be the man I am today.

In my youth my rebellion flared,
Yet my parents showed how much they cared,
With tender patience, weathered the storm,
Drew me back into honors form.

My parents died in my seventeenth year,
From the plague that threatened far and near,
Befriended by the Smith of Silver,
Worked in his forge down by the river.

His clients included Knights of fame,
His crafted swords they came to claim,
This exposure to these noble Knights,
Did cause me desire to join their fights.

The Smithy learned of my desire,
Of to such ranks, I did aspire,
Gave me a sword of precision blade,
Twas a gift, I never paid.

The steel, a gleaming masterpiece,
I practiced till my strengths release.
Emblazoned on this weapon of war,
Were curious markings, I'd not seen before!

I advanced in the ensign ranks,
Gained a reputation amoung the flanks,
I fought hard and I fought long,
To be worthy, to the Knights belong.


That sword has always served me well,
That Smithy's' gift much valor tell,
And the markings had always been a mystery,
But a revelation now has come to me!

The same curious markings I now have seen,
On Silver Blades' steel, they did sheen,
Though Silver Blade to me is unfamiliar,
Was he my benefactor for this blade of silver?

But wait, dear brother, I'm not through,
For I see your blade has those markings too!