Forged in a land of dreams, the wizard creates a sword
It's an awesome blade with a magical touch, to defend the king, and his lord
A saber curved from the finest steel, it gives a wickening sting
The ultimate weapon of murder, the possessor shall be the king
Lost in a weathered rock, plunged deep into the stone
The heart, the flesh, and the bone
It debuts' in a vigorous battle, where the bodies of men are slain
This malicious tool of sorcery, has caused harm and considerable pain
The possessor dies in combat, the sword is retrieved by a squire.
Caught in a maze of bewilderment, he is captured by the weapons desire
Lost upon an empty hill, buried deep into the mudd
Swept away by a terrestrial flood.
He matures into a great warrior, a man of courage and skill
Using it to it's full advantage, serving as a symbol of goodwill
During the battle of Arantie, evil scores a significant battle
Fighting for the new world, yet feeling such a sinister rattle
Lost in the hands of an assassin
Thrown into the Fires of Dore
To be lost .....Forevermore
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