It sits and stares

  Its sword resting against its side

  Inert, dull, useless

  No more monsters to fight

  No need for flames and steel

  Steel wings turn to stone

  Ivy grows across limbs

  Flowers bloom in its lap

  Its eyes gaze eternally at the vista before it

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  Showing no recognition

  Its hard-set face betraying no emotion

  No thoughts

  No perspective

  No words interrupt its eternal rest

  Until the ones which cause it to crumble

  Collapsing into pebbles

  Blowing away as dust on the wind

  Words far off and quiet

  Inaudible

  Unheard by anyone

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