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Crusader

hammered anvil dark heavy with silver beaten head cooled now after the silver sword with steaming sizzle and hiss met with the cold water’s kiss hardened, sharpened, beaten but undefeated ready for battle, eager to be wielded by strengthened and well-trained arm into battle, in to battle, kill and harm defending, attacking, parrying, flying singing sword rings the bell of armored plate cleaving helmets, shields and pate victory, victorious, overcomer champion of battle, honors celebrate cheer the enemy defeated hear ye, hear ye, hear ye, hear! the enemy from far was defeated so near and as the sword to anvil returns and as the fire stoked so brightly burns the blood and memory is washed away to be sharpened, honed, to fight another day

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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