September 30, 2011 at 10:26 AM
Kept inside a dusty chamber Was a forlorn sword of forgotten ember; Silenced by the cold of a gruesome winter, This old friend have rested close to forever.. Tainted by the blood of a broken fancy This friend was robbed of its former glory. Stuck in vows, rusty and dreary. Its grace turned used, futile and weary. However, no matter how long were those ages Its passion was written in those pages. So now it's time to sharpen the edges And to reclaim the faith shattered by pledges. For far beyond this dust and rust Is a mightier Hand merciful, and just. And for this cause my friend you must Stand again and live at last!
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