I'm slightly apprehensive with this one. It is unlike my other poetry.
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The point, once sharp,
Now utterly dull.
The blade's cry for battle
Now reduced to a lull.
The scabbard, once regal,
Now lifeless and plain.
The blade, undefeated
Now cannot parry pain.
The hero, the Legend,
Now just a myth from afar
On his knees, submissive
For his sword breaks in this war.
