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Jul 14 2007, 8:28 AM
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Cosmix Fairy
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Posts: 7,884
Joined: May 4 2007
From: ShadowHaunt
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A lonely wanderer, wounded with iron, I am smitten with war-blades, sated with strife, Worn with the sword-edge; I have seen many battles, Much hazardous fighting, oft without hope Of comforts or help in the carnage of war Ere I perish and fall in the fighting of men. The leavings of hammers, the handiwork of smiths, Batter and bite me, hard-eged and sharp; The brunt of the battle I am doomed to endure. In all the folk-stead no leech could I find With wort or simple to heal my wounds; But day and night with the deadly blows The marks of the war-blades double and deepen.
tell what am i???
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Jul 14 2007, 6:58 PM
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Cosmix Fairy
Group: Honor Members
Posts: 7,884
Joined: May 4 2007
From: ShadowHaunt
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yeah it was a shield
Time was when I was weapon and warrior; Now the young hero hoods me with gold, and twisted silver. At times men kiss me. At times I speak and summon to battle Loyal companions. At times a courser, Bears me o'er marchland. At times a ship Bears me o'er the billows, brightly adorned. At times a fair maiden fills me with breath; At times hard and headless I lie on the board, Bereft of beauty. At times I hang Winsome on wall, richly embellished, Where revelers drink. At times a warrior Bears me on a horse, a battle adornment, And I swallow, bright-shining, the breath from his bosom. At times with my strains I summon the heroes, Proudly to wine. At times I win back Spoil from the spoiler, with sounding voice, Put foemen to flight. Now Tell what I'm called.
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