Shadow of My Blade

A cycle of poems «I Trust Tempered Steel»

Cold steel whispers in my hand
A silent partner, close and grand
Forged in fire, baptized in rage
Turning history to a darkened page
The shadow of my blade, a chilling sight
A promise spoken in the fading light

I walk alone, a solitary soul
The master of a story taking its toll
The shadow of my blade, a constant friend
Until the bitter, bloody end
No turning back, the path is clear
Driven by vengeance, fueled by fear

I see their faces, etched in pain
The architects of my unending rain
They laugh and feast, oblivious and blind
Unknowing of the reckoning they will find
The shadow of my blade creeps ever near
Whispering warnings, banishing all cheer

I walk alone, a solitary soul
The master of a story taking its toll
The shadow of my blade, a constant friend
Until the bitter, bloody end
No turning back, the path is clear
Driven by vengeance, fueled by fear

Some call me monster, some call me just
But right and wrong are buried in the dust
I'm just a weapon, honed and keen
A consequence of what they've seen
The life they stole, the dreams they crushed
Now by this blade, their fate is hushed

I walk alone, a solitary soul
The master of a story taking its toll
The shadow of my blade, a constant friend
Until the bitter, bloody end
No turning back, the path is clear
Driven by vengeance, fueled by fear

The shadow lengthens, darkness falls
The echo of my blade within these walls
A final swing, a life released
And in the silence, I find no peace
Only the cold reflection in the steel
The shadow of my blade, forever I feel.