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Excalibur

The sword locked tight and firm within the stone

Awaits a heart with strong undaunted faith,

Oft tempered hard ny fire the dragon's blown,

Not cowered down before a ghastly wraith.

Thought with the strength of lions at their hest,

Believe it only takes one mighty pull

To loose the brand now locked within thine breast.

But power isn't born from strength without,

It is the light of truth within the pure

That need not raise a fist nor feign a shout