There was a shriek of steel against stone,
The sword clanged and changed as it strove;
This double-handed fight pursued the victim,
Great heroes fooled the prospects, and the condition.
The beast roared, like foam in the sea,
Inwardly it detested the loathing humans
Of despair, a reckoning had been made by the one.
More than this occurred, as the teeming cities
Failed afterwards, like the foam of the oceans.
The steel sword actually stung me in ways
Too proud of itself, the metallic item of clothing
Stayed the way it did.
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