A sword's dream

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Existence of mine -Thy blood and bone
Ashes of mine - Thy breath and veins
Ambitions and dreams shattered alike
The one who remains is Blade Unsheath
It weeps neither of war not of blood
All that etches it's raze is eternal despondency
As the welder doomed to end like paper charred in heathen flame

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