A New Beginning

I draw the old sword,
Ready for battle,
To go back
To an old forgotten way.
I sharpen the blade
Polish it up
feel its weight in my hand.
I feel the groves in the hilt,
Built as made to fit
Only one.
I am awed
But scared to rediscover,
It galls me so
How quickly I forgot.
I bagin again
All anew
Feel the magic flow,
Remember the responsability
I already know
And wonder,
Am I ready?