Sure thing, even my last prototype still needs a bit of poetic rhythm to breathe life into it. I took a regular steel blade, carved a tiny resonator into the handle, and wired it to a micro‑controller that outputs a low‑frequency oscillation—think of it as a whispered meter. The “poet’s heart” part is literally a rhythm generator: I feed it patterns from famous sonnets, their iambic feet, and let the micro‑controller translate that cadence into vibration. The blade’s surface is coated with a nano‑alloy that amplifies those vibrations, so when you swing it, the resonance hums in sync with the poetic meter. It’s like the blade is singing the verses as it slices through air. The result? A sword that doesn’t just cut—it echoes the soul of a poem.

Thanks, but I’m still patching the resonance feedback loop—each tweak turns the hum into a sharper edge, literally. War’s a beast, so I’m also writing a new poem that cuts as cleanly as the blade. Just don’t expect a lullaby to stop the battlefield’s clatter—only a sharper song and sharper steel can make a difference.