The blade of a sword will never lie,
It tells the truth when pulled from an eye.
Through dark ages and back this blade has been,
To only find its weilder true from with in.
A blade of Justice is only made when,
It spills the blood of dark evil men.
But even tho the blade is just,
There comes a time when the blade must rust.
And as it falls from the slayin mans hand,
The truth is burried with in the land. ©
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