I am under fire and trial.
The Sword strengthens me.
The sword is an extension of my arm.
I wield the sword is the ease of Sir Lance-a-lot.
I hold the power of warriors that precedes me.
Like my ancestors before me, and all who have journeyed
down the Yellow Road,
I shall slay my giants,
I shall conquer my mountains,
I shall tame my dragons,
I shall feed my demons to the pigs that run off cliffs,
It shall not destroy me but I shall destroy THEM.
The Acro-sword calls me to greater heights,
The Arach-sword swings and dances of its own accord,
pierces the skin of the demonic creatures in the jungle of dismay,
The Papry-sword cuts through that which stands in my way.
I pave the path for those who will come after me,
and in their precedence, they will learn from me,
and do even better than I did.
This sword that I wield,
This sword that I carry,
And this sword that strengthens,
Shall lead me to my destiny.
The Fairy Fates have called.
I have awoken a primitive soul,
who have laid dormant in this house of
flesh and blood,
but now,
awakens and rises,
into its glorious form.
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PoetryThis is the sword in my hand. This is the sword I wield. This is the weapon that kills the monsters lurking in the darkness, the demons basking unashamedly in the sun, the giants that roam the mountains and terrorize the valleys, the dragons that br...
