The Golem Poem

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A creature made of earth and clay,
Brought to life in a mystical way.
A protector, a guardian strong,
The Golem, with a purpose to belong.
Crafted by hands, with ancient art,
A being of power, right from the start.
Its form takes shape, with purpose clear,
A sentinel to hold what's dear.
With eyes that gleam, with soul of stone,
It walks the land, a creature unknown.
Its steps are heavy, its movements slow,
Yet strength and fortitude clearly show.
A defender of the oppressed and weak,
With a heart of gold, a spirit meek.
It heeds the call of those in need,
A mighty force, fueled by its creed.
But heed its master, for it obeys,
A creature bound, in mysterious ways.
With words of command, it's brought to life,
To serve with loyalty, through peace and strife.
So respect the Golem, a force of might,
A creature born from darkness and light.
A guardian true, a stalwart friend,
The Golem's legacy, a tale to transcend.