Condor hero

 Precious sword of cyan bronze

the power of which unmatched

as poems of mythology always tend

they never tell you

the final answer

like the five greats he suffered

from east to west he ran and searched

through battles and ambushes

they keep coming up

but the eventual green spirit and heart

disappeared like the dearly departed

a return to mundane ashes and dust

only despair surges to the surface

the answer is actually simple

it is in the midst of his throes

first, the swordplay of Jade Maiden

second, the toad skill and serpent staff 

third, the dog beating staff technique

fourth, the time flicking skill

fifth, the melancholic palm

 one of the five is a riddle

waiting to be solved

as is the world 

waiting to be saved

evil waiting to be destroyed

the countdown to the choice 

is on

the godly condor splits the peak

the earth turns to peace

the secluded rainbow of romance will streak 

across the clarity of the victory.

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