The blade is bound within a stone It once pierced the flesh and shattered bone. But this sword it fights no more held by time and dulled by chore. The weather now has beaten steel with no mercy, no time to heal. Its handle rusted blade now cracked its honor brittle and lichen stacked. though now bestowed with faded glory it shares to all a simple story. " To all I was considered great and yet I am even by fate."
Reason for writing:
It was that some if not all things should not be forgotten over time that were once worth remembering.
Birth sign: Aquarius
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