Master Sword - Imagination_Factory

The Master Sword.

It gleams untouched,

It shines so pure,

so sharp, so swift, so valiant,

so true to good.

The Master Sword.

It lies in a cave,

Sheathed and Hidden,

Ready for use,

for human touch,

but it fines none.

The Master Sword.

Regarded Master for its perfection,

Perfectly Preserved,

Perfectly Untouched,

Perfectly Unused. 

The Master Sword.

Will there come a time,

when the Master Sword Finally becomes in-perfect? 

Flawed?

A time when it is no longer the Master Sword,

but simply a sword?

When true ability shines?

The End

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