This is my riddle for you,
The carrier is not brassy, unlike the twisting grotesque sword.
The slender bodice carries the sleekly built cinereal scabbard.
Thousands of years in your linage, you’re a pure descendant.
The quest you began is doomed to fail, for you are taking too long.
The bards will sings songs of our tale, how we were doomed from the start.
Yours.
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