A Sword is a Flash Flood.

It thrusts at its banks in a tidal wave of destructive power.

Its razor edges slice open the earth.

Pierce its beating heart. Its keen edge drips with the residue of shed blood.

Hustled de-brie gathers on its gleaming surface in a violent riot of parried blows.

Its un-assailable stance slashes against the meagre defences of its foes.

Its mud gashed waves, driven in an onslaught of intimidating death.

Looming like an unsheathed menace, unaware of its own imminent demise

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