Burnt and darkened by fire’s light

Forged from the ashes of laborious hours

Bold to the point of being brass

Fortune favors the bravest at heart

Who have a warrior’s song within


Sculpted into a celestial metal

That craves blood and warfare

With every sharpening of the blade

It will have the names of its enemies

Engraved in a ruddy red


Plated with imprudence

So stubborn in its arrogance

That it will never settle in being

Only third place in the world

When it is laminated in brazenness

-Kel Dayheart

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