A Tritina of Dancing Blades

A brief glimpse of tarnished steel

The sheath, the seed, the sword
The contrast of the dripping blood

The eternal embrace of torn skin, blood
Flowing, rivulets of soul and steel
Running through the dancing sword

The sun and moon bow to the sword
Illuminating, shielding, wielding steel
A whisper of life and blood.

Dancing sword, forged from fire and steel and blood

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