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Choose Your Own
Adventure Poem
In twinning towns of mage and knight
One may find darkness, the other, light.
In Sword lies a fountain in a central courtyard,
Its water can cleanse any blade, be it marred
By the blood of an orc, a troll, or a demon,
And will sharpen its edge for much further reapin'.
This fountain helped many to polish their blades,
Though one in particular was on a crusade
To vanquish the hydra of Tegue's Little Mesa,
Though not for the glory. He sought to impress a
Lady in red, for he loved her so blindly
He would run for the monster, and find death untimely.
This man, they called Cross Guard—an adept designation,
For he'd stop any blade with the quick application
Of bracers on each of his burly, thick arms.
Not sword, nor sharp knife could do him any harm.
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