Oh, it is the sword of utmost legends,
Some say it was descended from thy heavens,
As the wielder of it gained impenetrable powers,
And could battle and battle for endless hours,
When thy blade became bathed in gore,
It would empower thy wielder evermore,
When that magnificent wielder is felled,
This sword has one more trick to tell,
For when the lustrious gems on its pommel glow bright,
It draws in the wielder's felled soul with unparalleled might,
Now, thy sword, with its soul empowered charge,
Waits idly for another host to engorge.
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