Upon first looking at the gemstones upon the scabbard, I was struck with
the following thoughts...

Diamond peaks twinkling ever,
night and day, with inner fire.
High-banked snow that never melts
to feed the lakes of pure sapphire.
Emerald valleys, green and lush
that never feed a grazing mouth.
Glorious golden city Cyrene!
Topaz haven of the South.
Jewelled mountain vista shining
'neath the hilt of sleeping blade
Like a gemstone veil obscuring
purpose for which steel was made.
Ringing brightly as He's drawn
my rapier longs to sing His tune
Sibilant when sent to slumber,
casting off the ghostly moon.
If the sword betokens war,
what symbol does the scabbard make?
Does She guide the lambs to safety?
or does She wait, their lives to take?


Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Lupar, in the year 395 AF.