Dagger

                                                              of
                                                           Mars;
                                                       a  glorious,
                                                 gleaming old god
                                                   of  War,  a slice
                                                    of steel,  a cut
                                                    of death, fatal
                                                     allure, how it
                                                     glints,   as it
                                                      shines and
                                                       catches a
                                                        pale ray
                                                          of sun
                                 what            terrors          here
                            are       to     find, spill    so       free
                                              as is the nature
                                                    of blood.
                                                          listen
                                                   how shrill
                                                   is   its  call!

The End

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