Dirge of Steel

He is strong and brave,
Yet works for the weak and cowardly,
His mighty power he gave,
For those who paid greatly,

Hired to cut through dark,
Paid to pierce the light,
To be his mark,
Brings more than simple fright,

Not even kings can pay,
His price in gold,
But do not stray,
Still, his power you can hold,

It is what you have,
That you do not need,
Is the price he must have,
To fuel his greed,

You use it not,
Just give it away,
He will help a lot,
All you must do is pay,

Through the centuries,
Over the years,
He destroyed countries,
And brought many tears,

It is a dirge he sings,
And in your ears it rings,
Now for all his life,
He lives in pain over his terrible strife.