A bladesmith once did craft it
A sword made entirely of glass
T’would shatter after one hit
T’was not made to last
Some folk might wonder why it was
A blade so sharp and keen
Was made so delicate, because
Its use could not be seen
The smith did smile and shake his head
When asked about his blade
“Think carefully before someone’s dead
and your hand may yet be stayed.”

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