A master sword in its resting place
It waited there for the rigth hand
A boy he took it got sealed away
In seven years he sleept as dead
To wake up in a dream that bad
The sword in his hand he fought the evil
To free his princess and his love for her
The sword was placed in the evols heart
The evil is dead but the legend alive
To live on forever
I hope you liked it 'couse this is my first poem/story I have put ocu on the net. please review )