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Sword
It was good in every hand
And every enemy had end
It had done one`s part
It drank enemy`s blood
It was as alive
He took enemy`s life
He was a blade of God
He was not(wasn`t) usual sword
He splashed on left and right
He was a dream of every knight
Under the sun he began to glitter
He sparkled even in winter
He gave to master power
He was not(wasn`t) a servant for hour
He did not(didn`t) know equal swords
Because he was a blade of Gods
The battles with Blade were not fights
They were only slaughtering knights
It was easy to catch a throne with Blade
And masters did it always great
But if you are not a God
Don`t touch this dangerous Sword!
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Категория: Вирши | Добавил: mexawolf (2006-12-26) | Автор: Mexawolf   |
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