The Sword is my Shepard.

This sword is my shepard I shall not want,
It weighs with me amongst my trails,
It reflects the water as I kneel to fill,
It’s handle I hold as I drink from the pale,
My essence is nourished by the path it molds,
Restored to the sun rays rise,
Yea, tho I walk through the deathly shadows,
I fear no ill, for my blade is my guide.

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