Hello Alex,
So I reckon the N speaks for all makers of weapons throughout history. However, I am not sure that the poem is coherent at a sentence level, sort of sounds like English translated into another language, and then translated back. I am guessing this effect arises from deliberately trying to talk in the language of arcane riddles, but, for all I know, the language might just be buckling under the pressure of sustaining the rhyme scheme. Yeah!
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