With strength I am armoured, Prayers grace the sword unsheathed. Armed to the teeth I am, With devoted thought and deed. In this war that has been fought Since the blood in me unfroze, No sacrifice is too dire, No torment great enough to oppose. Foe, march your legions Right at my kingdoms edge. None may breach its bounds Without being torn to shreds. There are things pure and sacred And those that seek their decline. Across the divide between them We meet eye to eye. It takes a thousand masks To conceal one rotten core, But a single willed strike Can make its dominion fall. For one last passing second I lose myself in your empty stare, Facing me from the shards of the mirror.
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