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The swords and sand are intertwined and thus the heart was scattered,
But worth nothing twas it truly it never really mattered,
All I know is all I am it's all that I will be,
This light so bright this dark so dim, no longer can I see,
And yet no sorrow I doth feel for unknown twas my cause,
all was known was all I am, bringer of the wars,
All the rest I'll never get, all the pain I suffer,
Warmed by fire, held by brimstone, kissed by burning sulphur,
This world so old, this dream so shallow,
The holy blade oh so hallowed,
A tool of war a sacred thing,
Of it's power angels sing,
But they are wrong I cry out loud,
How could something oh so cold be part of heaven's cloud,
It is the devils tool I say,
I hoped they'd listen to me but nay,
So that dark tool, made me the fool and stole away my shadow,
And ever more I walk this day forever unhallowed,
And ever more I must fight against against the blade of god,
A blade of god but not of good a cruel twisted joke,
No tool of war could ever be holy and bespoke,
And as I rise to face the demon blade I slowly hesitate,
Is this my purpose, is this my choice, is this my true fate,
And in that moment of uncertainty,
It slashed so swift and I could no longer see,
It had taken life and light from me,
As retribution for my treachery,
And so I lay there in the dark as I slowly bled,
The demon blade cackling, while I lay there...dead.
But worth nothing twas it truly it never really mattered,
All I know is all I am it's all that I will be,
This light so bright this dark so dim, no longer can I see,
And yet no sorrow I doth feel for unknown twas my cause,
all was known was all I am, bringer of the wars,
All the rest I'll never get, all the pain I suffer,
Warmed by fire, held by brimstone, kissed by burning sulphur,
This world so old, this dream so shallow,
The holy blade oh so hallowed,
A tool of war a sacred thing,
Of it's power angels sing,
But they are wrong I cry out loud,
How could something oh so cold be part of heaven's cloud,
It is the devils tool I say,
I hoped they'd listen to me but nay,
So that dark tool, made me the fool and stole away my shadow,
And ever more I walk this day forever unhallowed,
And ever more I must fight against against the blade of god,
A blade of god but not of good a cruel twisted joke,
No tool of war could ever be holy and bespoke,
And as I rise to face the demon blade I slowly hesitate,
Is this my purpose, is this my choice, is this my true fate,
And in that moment of uncertainty,
It slashed so swift and I could no longer see,
It had taken life and light from me,
As retribution for my treachery,
And so I lay there in the dark as I slowly bled,
The demon blade cackling, while I lay there...dead.
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Still, here's my most recent work.
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This reminds me of a character of mine. He is so... tormented.
Lovely piece. Wonderful imagery.
Lovely piece. Wonderful imagery.