Poetry Time!!

The Knife No One Sees

My cold steel armor, stands no chance

against your arrows that fall

sword and lance

shatter on your barbed wall

 

Defeated, I lay

Accepting my fate

Do as you must, mould me like clay

Build me to be as strong as a mountain, or as fragile as a porcelain plate

 

The reason I fight

Is because I know of the end

Where you will vanquish the light

And I will return to the blend

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