I Am the Blade of Retribution

A cycle of poems «I Trust Tempered Steel»

Crimson dawn, a sky of fire, etched in memory's frame
A cruel decree, a burning pyre, whispered my given name
They took my loved, they broke my vow, they left me cold and bare
Now silence screams, and vengeance howls, a burden I must bear

I am the blade of retribution, forged in the fires of pain
I am the storm, the execution, washing away the stain
No mercy sought, no quarter given, justice is all I crave
I am the blade, the broken heaven, cutting the path to the grave

I trained in shadows, honed my skill, with every tear I cried
My heart a furnace, burning still, with nowhere left to hide
The whispers follow, fear takes hold, as legends start to bloom
A phantom warrior, stark and bold, emerging from the gloom

Their gilded halls, a stench of lies, their power built on greed
They feast and laugh, behind closed eyes, ignoring those who bleed
But soon they'll know, the price they'll pay, for all the evil done
For retribution lights the way, until the setting sun

I am the blade of retribution, forged in the fires of pain
I am the storm, the execution, washing away the stain
No mercy sought, no quarter given, justice is all I crave
I am the blade, the broken heaven, cutting the path to the grave

They call me monster, call me fiend, a creature born of hate
But I am merely what they've gleaned, reflecting back their fate
I offer them a final choice, repentance or despair
But their resistance fuels my voice, and hardens my cold stare

I am the blade of retribution, forged in the fires of pain
I am the storm, the execution, washing away the stain
No mercy sought, no quarter given, justice is all I crave
I am the blade, the broken heaven, cutting the path to the grave

The steel descends, the wicked fall, their empire turns to dust
I stand alone, answering the call, fulfilling what I must.