En liten dikt jag skrev.
The hidden Sword
Forge to kill a dragon
In rapid change it wakes up
To look and judge quality
And if measured possible add streangh
Each time smaller in size
But returns with much more knowledge
Collected by the teacher
Good Quality
But even so the sword must once again sleep
Stand down
Fog around The Sword
If not as thick as ever even thicker
Close to the fire dragon never forget the danger
The Dragon grown - close is more
