Question

I'm by nature solitary scarred by spear and wounded by sword weary of battle. I frequently see the face of war and fight hateful enemies; yet I hold no hope of help being brought to me in the battle before I'm eventually done to death. In the stronghold of the city sharp-edged swords skilfully forged in the flame by smiths bite deeply into me. I can but await a more fearsome encounter; it is not for me to discover in the city any of those doctors who heal grievous wounds with roots and herbs. The scars from sword wounds gape wider and wider; death blows are dealt to me by day and by night. What am I?

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