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In shadowed corners, deep and dark,
Where gleams of steel find their spark,
A passion grows, an art refined,
In blades and knives, my soul's enshrined.
Each handle carved, a story told,
Of battles fought, of hands grown bold,
In tempered edge, a legacy,
Of ancient crafts and mastery.
From polished hilt to sharpened tip,
I trace the lines with fingertip,
Each piece a treasure, history's shade,
In every knife, a legend laid.
In quiet nights, I find my muse,
Amongst the blades, I never lose,
For in their gleam, my heart resides,
In the silent art where beauty hides.
You gotta love AI..........
Where gleams of steel find their spark,
A passion grows, an art refined,
In blades and knives, my soul's enshrined.
Each handle carved, a story told,
Of battles fought, of hands grown bold,
In tempered edge, a legacy,
Of ancient crafts and mastery.
From polished hilt to sharpened tip,
I trace the lines with fingertip,
Each piece a treasure, history's shade,
In every knife, a legend laid.
In quiet nights, I find my muse,
Amongst the blades, I never lose,
For in their gleam, my heart resides,
In the silent art where beauty hides.
You gotta love AI..........
