Unshakable, I stand with confidence,
In words I live, and speak my foes to death.
My blade forged from experience
Both swift and finely drawn,
A sword that cleaves through dusk until the dawn.

Each phrase I wield strikes deep beneath the skin,
A sharpened truth that tears the soul within.
Yet clad in armor, forged from ethereal courage
No wound of speech has ever left a stain.

But oh, how strange this trembling,
I'm suddenly ruined,
When all it takes is the whisper of your name.
The world I braced now falters in its frame,
And I, unshakable, am not the same.