Cold bright, this steel that gleams, dragons bane in dark of night, shining bright no mortal blade, it pierces heart since heavens made. For heaven sent is ne’er staid, bold it be as burnished sky, brandished quick but ne’er laid, too quick for mortal eye. It shines with light from deep within, to cut in anger, mortal sin, this blade be sharp, razor thin, it pierces not, angelic skin. Blade be forged in furnace hot, steam doth temper steel, but stronger still is hand that wields, this edge that be a seal, of honor bright and honor bound, upon this killing field. Darkness fears its biting edge, that cleaves this evil spawn, for light will spill from bleeding tip, as light doth free the dawn.
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