PEACEMAKER

In Ethucan streets a small one stands:
Ruby Falcon, fair and beloved
jewel of Valorn, valiant child.

She was not lost, nor left in passage,
but willingly chose to watch and wait
by the closed gate, cold and alone.

Armed not with steel, nor rogue's swiftness,
enchanter's power, nor cleric's prayer,
a wooden sword she wears and wields.

Dear was that gift of Darren the mighty.
The God declared it the Blade of Doom,
but seeing its destiny, Doom she denied:

Knowing its power, Peacemaker she named it,
in friendship's hand, open and fearless,
two-edged blade, best hope of healing.