My Sword is an Extension of Me

A poem dedicated to my sword.

My sword

Is an extension of me

It carries a fighting spirit

With this I feel like Ares

But do not fear it

Or break it

Blade is rust

Age empiric

Metal I trust

The curve of the blade is a like a mighty tusk

    Its weight is bearable

    With pride I upthrust

     The hilt is incredible

   A regal lion roaring

    My respect is soaring

     I will do no harming

    No need for fearing

      No need for disarming

    I will be so adhering

          If you’d be so endearing

      This blade is to admire

      Please be so endearing

  It does not need ire

      I can see you perspire

    Blade is my peace

No more



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