The Swords Speak
Thy steel sword that high up fold
All the words and thunder evil hold
Brother to brother blood shed and fire
The world forever caged thy desire
Oh never I or else two swords take place
Alas! On thy soul for i the winner to face
How strong and wit to dare to even risk
Fight me for love then see her and whisk
Pardon for intruding thou love thought real!
Time takes us all, its just temporary feel
My mistake, it must be the heart
Always rush to fight nothing
24/01/2017
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