Black armor, silver reigns.
Leather hilt, diamond ring.
With a stone eye for a pommel.
Stainless apex, gleaming crest.
Towering up, above the rest.
With a cut through your heart.
Sun's glare, Dawn's horizon.
Moonlight will soon bring the tides in.
Even though we already sank.
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Author:
Noah (
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