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In a realm where dreams and day collide, Two forces in a standoff, side by side, One wields light, pure and wide, The other, shadows where secrets hide.
A fae, aglow with crystal wings, Against a beast from the dark's springs, Each to the battlefront brings, A sword of fate, where destiny clings.
Her blade sings a song of dawn, Its light like the first day drawn, A beacon against the one who's sworn, To cloak the world in endless yawn.
His sword, a twist of night and scorn, Carved from the very essence worn, By time in its most fearsome form, A threat to all that's newly born.
They stand upon the brink of war, Where no creature has stood before, A dance of wills, of mythic lore, With stakes as high as legends soar.
In silence, the cosmos holds its breath, As they decide life or death, A battle pitched, devoid of rest, Until the end, when one confesses.
The Sword of Destiny, thus named, For with each swing, the future's framed, In the hands of heroes, untamed, By this sword, their legacy claimed.

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In a realm where dreams and day collide, Two forces in a standoff, side by side, One wields light, pure and wide, The other, shadows where secrets hide.
A fae, aglow with crystal wings, Against a beast from the dark's springs, Each to the battlefront brings, A sword of fate, where destiny clings.
Her blade sings a song of dawn, Its light like the first day drawn, A beacon against the one who's sworn, To cloak the world in endless yawn.
His sword, a twist of night and scorn, Carved from the very essence worn, By time in its most fearsome form, A threat to all that's newly born.
They stand upon the brink of war, Where no creature has stood before, A dance of wills, of mythic lore, With stakes as high as legends soar.
In silence, the cosmos holds its breath, As they decide life or death, A battle pitched, devoid of rest, Until the end, when one confesses.
The Sword of Destiny, thus named, For with each swing, the future's framed, In the hands of heroes, untamed, By this sword, their legacy claimed.