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Ancient Axe [168.255]
Ancient Axe
From the Ancient Axe
the roots of peace spread out.
The blood of millions barely enough
to feed it for a thousand years,
red turning black then fading.
Even stones forgot
how it had covered altars and splattered walls.
All trace of it was gone.
But a breeze began to waft
across the land that war forgot,
rippled wheat fields, stirred deep waters.
Ancient forest-trees were too late to react,
their branches hewn to handles
as ploughs were forged into blades.
Peace was sundered.
The Ancient Axe revived at last.
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