swiss army knives

in the style of julius caesar

**The Multitude of Blades** In shadows of yore, with steel and might, There lies a contraption, dread and bright, A herald of cunning, the Swiss Army's grace, Beware, O mortals, this hallowed place. Each angle bears sharp whispers, Tales of battles, each edge a scripter. With a twist and a flick, it unfolds its kin, From blade to corkscrew—what sinister grin! Oh, the haunting echoes of survival's call, For in one small sheath, all fate can befall. Grasp, if thou dare, and know thy design, For in such a tool, ancient spirits entwine.