The bartender now red in the face Pulled out his sword under the bar that day With all of his might, sword to knife His sword snapped in two that night A sharp crack echoed, the crowd gasped in shock, The bartender staggered, frozen like a rock. His once-proud blade, now shattered in two, Lay lifeless and dull, where its shine once flew. The bartender looked at his sword Then grabbed a glass and poured He filled that glass to the brim "Where did you say you got that knife again?" His pride was shattered, his boast now thin, As he eyed the traveler’s mysterious grin. The air felt thick with secrets untold, A simple blade, worth its weight in gold. NE5 to G6 a simple fix?
Pulled out the knife made of metal He handed it over as he sat on a stool The bartender said, now watch you fool And tried to break the sturdy tool The bar fell silent, all eyes on the scene, The knife glinted sharp, its surface pristine. A relic, perhaps, from a faraway land, More than just steel forged by human hand. He tried with all his might The blade wasn't going to break tonight The more he tried the angrier he got He set the knife sideways on the tabletop His grip grew tighter, his breath came quick, But the knife stayed solid, his temper thick. He cursed under breath, his jaw clenched tight, Each moment felt longer, his grip full of spite.
