A sword of blood and glass
I feel the cool metal, kiss my soft fingertips
The gleaming sword I hold, trails on the stone floor.
The world turned dark, but through a quiet eclipse,
I press my ear to the iron door.
The blood in my body turned black,
as I longed to go in, sword swinging.
But with a strained exhale, I held back-
For I heard the haunting song they were singing.
“Clothed in black, darkening red rivers,
Stay sleeping nimble beast of lore-
For your footsteps in the night bring me shivers,
as they hold unfathomable power forevermore.”
I touched my finger to the metal,
The rivers dripped from my stroking touch;
and my hurt withered away, as an old petal,
I was done being hurt this much.
I was no longer glass,
pieced together by blood.
Here I was metal and steel, alas-
My newofund sword cut through the flood.
I cocked my head slightly,
As I opened the door with a crack.
and smiled as my sword shined brightly.
I whispered erethrally, "I'm back."
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