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