coffeeagent
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Wounded I am, and weary with fighting
gashed by the iron, gored by the point of it,
sick of battle-work, battered and scarred
many a fearful fight have I seen, when
Hope there was none, or help in the thick of it,
Ere I was down and fordone in the fray.
offspring of hammers, hardest of battle-blades,
smithed in forges, fell on me savagely,
doomed to bear the brunt and the shock of it,
fierce encounter of clashing foes
doctor cannot heel my hurts with his simples,
salves for my sores have sought in vain
blade-cut sorrows, deep in the side of me,
daily and nightly redouble my wounds.
who or what am i?
please help!
gashed by the iron, gored by the point of it,
sick of battle-work, battered and scarred
many a fearful fight have I seen, when
Hope there was none, or help in the thick of it,
Ere I was down and fordone in the fray.
offspring of hammers, hardest of battle-blades,
smithed in forges, fell on me savagely,
doomed to bear the brunt and the shock of it,
fierce encounter of clashing foes
doctor cannot heel my hurts with his simples,
salves for my sores have sought in vain
blade-cut sorrows, deep in the side of me,
daily and nightly redouble my wounds.
who or what am i?
please help!