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*In the mountains of old A sword rests having just been forged Waiting now for the respectful keep All bow to revenance of thee Years will pass before claim is made One whom has a soul that bleeds Broken yet still fights One who loves with all might The sword shall rest until such time For the one whom she has in mind Forged she was off blood, sweat, and tears Lays in wait for years One has come who demons have fought Gallantly trodded the Devils lot Ripped was the heart of this keep Only to love again wholeheartedly Once eyes were set upon this sword Her beauty seen from the delicate forge Though covered in dust from years of wait The keep takes her as is fate*
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
Sword
*In the mountains of old A sword rests having just been forged Waiting now for the respectful keep All bow to revenance of thee Years will pass before claim is made One whom has a soul that bleeds Broken yet still fights One who loves with all might The sword shall rest until such time For the one whom she has in mind Forged she was off blood, sweat, and tears Lays in wait for years One has come who demons have fought Gallantly trodded the Devils lot Ripped was the heart of this keep Only to love again wholeheartedly Once eyes were set upon this sword Her beauty seen from the delicate forge Though covered in dust from years of wait The keep takes her as is fate*
Just some 3am ramblings of middle earth....
karina-veirs
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Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 4:18 AM UTC
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