it was once thought lost but it is yet to be found
this legendary weapon was hidden deep underground
in the middle of an endless maze filled to the brim with traps
it awaits the one destined to hold it in his grasp
this person will come when darkness is circling the sky
when the enemies of the rightious let out their warcry
although his enemies are numbered far more then a few
but he will still cleave his foes slicing them in two
he will become an unstoppable force
he must save the world... he has no choice
in order save the world there is a choice he must make
to side with evil, or wield the Crystal Blade
the fate of the world rests in his hand
will he choice well? or will he become an evil dictator of this land
whatever he decides the sword will wait
for the Crystal Blade awaits this person of fate
Author notes
i've always been a fan of mystical legends so i decided to make up one of my own
what kind of thoughts does this poem bring up to the surface of your mind? anything at all? i dont care how stupid or random it is. feel free to comment
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I'm removing your entry from the contest because (as it clearly states in the title) it's for favourites only (or favourites of favourites). Even then, the theme of your poem has nothing to do with the contest theme.
Thank you.
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