Pen Beats the Sword

There was once a pen, there was once a sword

Fighting for one thing they both were hard

The sword was strong, the sword was swift

The pen was lost somewhere in this drift

The sword when shine- the people applaud

At which point the pen could only plod

The sword was tough

The pen-gentle

When they saw the sword their hearts would tremble,

The pen devoid of this stardom still travelled till fathoms

The pen knew his strengths although-

Where the sword would pace up your heart

The pen had a comeback/could make you laugh with a witty remark

But I wonder what business the pen ever had with the sword

Neither of them had ever exchanged a word

But fight they did, like the bitter enemies of a cold war

The question I ask you ladies and gentlemen is- How could the pen ever face the sword?

For whatever he may do the pen knew its chances were slim

So they did what they did best

And for long they bled

For the one thing they cared

The sword in the field

And the pen on the sheet

Until their time was up, when they bid a happy farewell

But who did win in the end- the little pen or the mighty sword?

Well the answer is already engraved in our past:

-With time the luster fades away, with time the edge blunts out

With time its only the words that remain

And that is why the pen beat the sword.