Being like a formless sword; With a hilt yet a blade unseen.
Wounds form and dreams die; Things hurt... Other things... forgotten.
Shrouded like armor; A second skin impenetrable.
Cold and disfigured; Rotting away at and causing great pain.
Blocked and protected like a shield; No harm befalls you, quite like me.
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