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My good blade carves the casques of men,Because my heart is pure.
My tough lance thrusteth sure,
My strength is as the strength of ten,
—Lord Alfred Tennyson, "Sir Galahad"
Blade with whom I have lived, blade with whom now I die.
Serve right and justice one last time.
Seek one last heart of evil, still one last life of pain.
Cut well old friend, and then farewell.