I am the silence of the sword.
The sharpness of steel.
The cut that heals.
Sparkle of silver moon beams.
There is no curve in me.
For I am the sound of straightness.
Directness.
Clearness.
Swiftness of cutting air.
No sound hears my speed.
Knows my name.
On earth standing
I cut the heavens.
Hold nothing.
Guard the frontiers of time immortal.
Woman beautiful.
Flowers.
Showers of grace.
No word seeks me -
I am the silence of the sword.
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