Along with its mate,
a quillon
stops your hand
from touching the wound
of someone you're piercin'
with a sword.
They stop it from gettin' bloody.
Along with its mate,
a quillon,
an arm of the hilt of a sword,
lets you cleanly withdraw
and quickly put the next to the swor...
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