The Empty Scabbard
I house an instrument.
Of justice, and revenge;
Of heroism, and villainy;
Of mercy, and tyranny.
I house an instrument, in darkness;
But today, it sees the light of day.
It's seen the sun before,
And the starry nights.
Sliced through air, water,
Fire, leather, cloth, flesh
And bone. The bejeweled tool,
Ever faithful, never lost its edge.
Bathed in praise, and blood,
Surrounded in gore, and lore,
A mindless force, piercing,
severing, and disemboweling,
In good, as easily as in evil.
Its heartlessness sickens me.
However, I am made to endure,
the edge, whenever it lays resting.
Unbelievably, that is favorable,
to spectating its blood-lust unleashed.
Accursed it is, but so is my fate, that
I'd rather see my tears fall, than a drop of blood shed.
Of justice, and revenge;
Of heroism, and villainy;
Of mercy, and tyranny.
I house an instrument, in darkness;
But today, it sees the light of day.
It's seen the sun before,
And the starry nights.
Sliced through air, water,
Fire, leather, cloth, flesh
And bone. The bejeweled tool,
Ever faithful, never lost its edge.
Bathed in praise, and blood,
Surrounded in gore, and lore,
A mindless force, piercing,
severing, and disemboweling,
In good, as easily as in evil.
Its heartlessness sickens me.
However, I am made to endure,
the edge, whenever it lays resting.
Unbelievably, that is favorable,
to spectating its blood-lust unleashed.
Accursed it is, but so is my fate, that
I'd rather see my tears fall, than a drop of blood shed.
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