Blkbrd Shoemaker Luchador Service Boot

In the early days, they were pristine and new No creases, no scuffs, no hint of the shoe But with each step taken, their story began A tale of a journey that would mark them, and then Slowly, they developed a patina, so fine A natural sheen that would only improve with time At first, it was just a subtle change A hint of wear, an alteration in range But as the months wore on, it grew more distinct A transformation that could not be blinked It started at the toes, where they took the brunt Of gravel, of dirt, of every obstacle up front Then, it spread to the heels, where they met the ground A gradual shift in hue, a sign they were found Six months had passed, and they were different now No longer just boots, but a story, somehow Each scratch, each scuff, a marker of a path A journey that had taken them through many a wrath The patina had grown richer, deeper, more true A reflection of all they had been through They had walked through the rain, the snow, and the sun Their leather had stretched, had molded, had begun To take on the shape of the foot that they held To become a second skin, a story to be told They had walked through the city, the country, the wild Their soles had worn down, but they still held a smile The patina had grown to a dark, rich brown A color that spoke of adventure, of renown Of journeys taken, of battles won Of a life lived, of things that had been done They had become a part of their owner's tale A reminder of every step, every trail And though they may one day be set aside Their patina a symbol of the journey that lied They would always hold a special place In the heart of their owner, a trace Of all they had been through, all they had seen A pair of boots that had become a dream And though they may one day be set aside Their patina a symbol of the journey that lied They would always hold a special place In the heart of their owner, a trace Of all they had been through, all they had seen A pair of boots that had become a dream