Your Blood Is On My Blade

A cycle of poems «Warrior Won't Hurt a Child»

Shadows crawl across the moonlit field
Steel sings a song, a story to reveal
You came for power, for land and for fame
But all you found was the whispering of my name

Your blood is on my blade, a crimson stain
A testament to choices, joy and pain
The price you paid, the debt you owed
Now only silence follows where your ego flowed

We met at dawn, where the ravens fly
A clash of wills reflected in the sky
You swung with fury, a desperate plea
But destiny had already chosen me

Your blood is on my blade, a crimson stain
A testament to choices, joy and pain
The price you paid, the debt you owed
Now only silence follows where your ego flowed

I bear the weight, the burden in my hand
Another soul departed from this land
Is it justice served, or merely cruel design?
The question echoes, intertwined with mine

The wind it howls, a mournful, lonely sound
As I wipe the steel upon the hallowed ground
Your final battle, fought and lost in vain
Leaving only emptiness and pouring rain

Your blood is on my blade, a crimson stain
A testament to choices, joy and pain
The price you paid, the debt you owed
Now only silence follows where your ego flowed

The crimson fades, the steel reflects the night
Another victory, another losing fight
Your blood is on my blade, a memory etched in steel
A constant reminder of the wounds that never heal.