A Sword’s Life

In the shadows, you lurk with bated breath,
A silent sentinel of impending death,
With each swing, you claim your prize,
Leaving behind a trail of death.

You, with your gleaming, wicked edge,
Leaving behind traces of bloodshed,
In your wake, lies shattered dreams,
A testament to your relentless schemes.

You, the embodiment of pain and woe,
A dark specter wherever you go,
With each strike, you sow despair,
Leaving behind a trail of despair.

But heed this warning, oh sword so cold,
Your reign of terror shall soon unfold,
For in the end, your fate is clear,
To be shattered and broken, devoid of fear.

In the heat of battle, you shall meet your end,
No longer able to defend,
Your once mighty blade now dulled and frayed,
A relic of a past best laid.

So face your fate, oh sword of night,
Your time has come, your final fight,
For in the end, it’s not the victor’s crown,
But the legacy left when you’re cast down.

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