Another poem from my project in progress, the more i develop it, the more exited i get
Dust settled upon the fields of blood
the stains paint warriors and innocents alike
a conquest of sorrow now wake in its flow
unyielding hands embrace the steel that makes it right
A millenium of pain
a millenium of despair
a millenium of bleakness
a millenium of hate
Chosen among the lowest ranks
rising above the shiniest stars
she was handed down the blade of lights
to cleanse the world from its chaotic march
through blood and tears order came
the crooked now straight is
the blaze of her wake now is heard across the lands
for her actions now order has arrived
In the shadows the gods now lurk
impatiently now they look
for the hour at hand is drawing closer
for now her hand a sacrifice was chosen
Avatar of light, from the ashes of darkness you had come
rise your blade way up high
let its light bath your eyes
and plunge the blade right through your heart
No hesitation
no regrets
one single strike
and freedom you shall take
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