Serenium

Ye behold the Substance of Peace,
One that every warrior holds gently,
In respect or fear it matters not surely,
Bringing quick death if treated unwisely.
Ye behold this ounce of Serenium,
That brings the world’s weight upon thy head,
Grasp in balance with faith without fear,
And always honour this Divine Material,
A Beautiful Burden upon Man’s core,
From She we make our Weapons of War.