The Swordsman
The sword of the land shone bright as the sun,
All those who opposed it in fright they did run.
And to their lord they came swift as the wind
Because of their fright of the man that could be their end
The man with the sword he entered with a yell
And all before him to their knees they fell
With a dance of death it cut through their ranks
And pushed them back all the way to their banks
Their lord had no choice but to surrender to him
To the man with the sword, and the fire within.
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