The sword.
I found it
On the road.
The sapphire blaze
That holds my gaze.
Another maze.
Another throat.
The sword.
The paleness
Of its blade
Against the skin.
A deadly sin.
I want to win.
Love starts to fade.
And I saw power.
And I saw justice.
I’m born of hunger.
I’m born of violence.
The sword.
Illusions
Of control
Consume my soul.
Another role.
Another price
I have to pay.
The sword.
Those waves of
Crimson seas.
This salty breeze
And broken trees.
That’s what I seize.
Will I…regret it?
And I saw power.
And I saw justice.
I’m born of hunger.
I’m born of violence.
In my hands.
Those timeless sands.
Those burning lands.
Where does it end?
Power.
Justice.
Hunger.
Violence.
Power.
Justice.
Hunger.
Violence.
The Sword
© Copyright: Диана Погорелова, 2026
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