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A blade is but a splintered light,

A fracture in the wall of night.

It claims a shape, a weight, a name,

A singular and frozen flame.

But shadows own no edge or end;

They are the dark the daggers lend.

Beneath the hilt, the blackness grows,

The only truth the metal knows.

It drinks the sun to cast its stain,

A silent ghost of iron pain.

The steel may bite, the steel may break,

But follows where the shadows wake.

For every strike that seeks the heart,

The dark has played the greater part.

Beware the steel you think you wield,

The sharpest edge is always sealed.

For when the blade returns to sheath,

The shadow stays—and smiles beneath.

Budget friendly shadow deck. The maybe pile is for if I ever decide to put more $ into the deck.

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