Poison Blade

A cycle of poems «Anamnesis morbi»

In shadows dark, a blade concealed,
A symphony of death, silently revealed.
Its touch, a kiss of venom's embrace,
Leaving wounds that time cannot erase.

Oh, poison blade, your edge so keen,
A harbinger of fate, a merciless dream.
Through veins it courses, a deadly tide,
A serpent's coil, your victims cannot hide.

With every strike, a life's decline,
A flicker of hope extinguished in time.
No mercy spared, no soul exempt,
As it weaves its tapestry of lament.

In hands of vengeance, it finds its prey,
A tool of retribution, come what may.
But beware its power, for it can turn,
And pierce the heart of he who dared to yearn.

Oh, poison blade, your edge so keen,
A harbinger of fate, a merciless dream.
Through veins it courses, a deadly tide,
A serpent's coil, your victims cannot hide.

Amidst the carnage, a trail of pain,
A testament to its relentless reign.
The innocent fall, the guilty bleed,
As it carves a path of twisted deed.

Oh, poison blade, your edge so keen,
A harbinger of fate, a merciless dream.
Through veins it courses, a deadly tide,
A serpent's coil, your victims cannot hide.

In the abyss of darkness, it resides,
A perpetual threat, where evil abides.
For as long as shadows dwell in the night,
The poison blade will haunt with its fatal might.