The sword
The sword is in my hands, I hold it fast
In this battle, I'm prepared to live or die
I will conquer the power available to all men
Forever so unused and forsaken
The sword dances in the air
No one but the brave will be able to unveil its secrets
My mind wanders, bursting through the wind
My thoughts wage war, riding on the storm
My thoughts wage war, riding on the storm
The two blades of my sword are fighting over the invisible realm
It will follow its master's command
Its power is wondrous
It cuts through redemption and destruction
Like the wind, my sword sings with each blow
It's as unpredictable as the breeze that whispers from the north
I subdue my thoughts to my desire
They chant only the enchantments I command
I point my sword to the blue sky
I'm attuned with the northern blast
I visualize the life I want to live
All my energy is focused on you
In my mind's eye, I cast a drawing spell to bring you to me
The blue moon is over us now
I look around only to find out
You laid your sword down, offering me your heart

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