There once lived a prince who had a mighty sword
His enemies were a plenty both powerful and strong
They all envied the sword which to him belonged
Carved from adamantium and plated with gold
What made it the envy of the rich and powerful, strong and weak
Was that it had a mind and brain, and Tuss could speak
They were meant for each other but the biggest tension between them unspoken
Was that he was a mortal who'd die and she was a blade who could be broken
He enjoyed the present to have no regret
But Tuss was scared of the future and she said
'A sword once broken can never be repaired'
So that if the future wasn't bright it wouldn't be the end of the road
But the prince knew he couldn't part with her at any cost
Without her he was handicapped, without her he was lost
They spent hours together night and day
She knew she was sharp and he could be hurt
But he was a warrior who would protect her till death do them apart
For days it carried on till the setting of the sun
Tuss was scared of him being hurt and she being broken
But he promised to protect her from the foes wanting her as a token
He was hurt he was sore with no sight of a win
His cavalry was dead but chivalry unwavered
But all he feared was losing what he savored
But without him she would be broken, even she would die
So late in the night when the enemies rejoiced their kill
He slid in the dark and reached the secret well
Where lay many swords forged from real steel
Nothing as beautiful as Tuss could ever be revealed
He kissed her a final time and to the sleeping beauty he said
"I have loved you all my life and you're all that ever matters
But to keep you safe from the world, it's wild sons and crazy daughters
I must leave you with your friends who will protect you from harm
They aren't jealous of your beauty, they don't envy your charm
So protect her till the next life when I'll be reborn
I'll come back to take her and this I've sworn"
With nerves of steel but tears in his eye
He turned back to the battle field knowing he would die
Without his Tuss he was just a naked man
But the bards sing praises how he fought with his bare hands
When Tuss finally woke up from her deep slumber
From a small gap where the rays entered the well
She saw a bloodied face lying very still
But she was the toughest metal who just lay there in shock
Those dead eyes looked into hers to express his love
But the silence was exploding as it thundered above
He had promised he would come back and never ever run
Her friends are a plenty and the world is not enough
But the one person who matters is somewhere high above....