At my Side I carry this sword at my side. It shines bright in the morning light it reflects.

I have made it so, for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull while it lays in my hands. Ne’er will you not see the blade as keen of edge as when it was first cast that fateful day from the folded metal within. I count it a true companion for you will ever see it at my side. More faithful than the rest ever have been from days forever gone and treacherous roads long ago tread. Ours is a pact forged of conflict, Where we have both stood together and tasted the promise of another day as the blood dripped from both of us to soil the ground beneath. I will wake and it will be there. I will live while it still shines, for we have each other My sword and I.

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