In realms of steel, a sword takes flight,
A beacon gleams midst the brutal fight.
Edges sharp, spirits brave and bold,
Carving stories with secrets untold.
In heroes' grasp, it finds its way,
Defending realms, both night and day.
A dance of honor, clash of might,
Through endless battles, dark as night.
Silent guardian, stalwart and true,
In a warrior's embrace, strength anew.
A hundred words painted its lore,
The sword, a symbol forevermore.
Majestic weapon, destiny's mold,
In history's pages, its tales are told.
Forged in fires, quenched with might,
Tempered in the crucible of fight.
A companion to champions, a weapon of old,
Glory and honor, its hilt does hold.
Through ages past, and battles anew,
The sword's legacy forever grew.
A gleaming sword, a timeless art,
Wielded with courage, each brandished part.
In songs and legends, its praises sung,
A testament to valor, by poets young.
So let it shine, in history's fray,
A blade of legends, come what may.
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