Ambrosia

I happened upon it years ago,
covered in cobwebs
and dust left by my father.
I polished its surface
and marvelled at its golden sheen
then drank the spirit from its lips
and filled the void beneath my skin.
The flood that spilled into my veins
enabled me to take up broken swords
and slash at shapeless demons
that made their presence known
yet remained impervious to manmade steel.

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