Ode to the Blade
To the things that make us strong:
The blade that cuts down my foes;
This side of me that nobody knows;
The rage, tempered in my grace;
The love in my heart that quickens my pace;
The pride in my soul that drives me on —
This blade that I carry will never be gone.
You are all of my struggle,
Most cherished hopes and deepest fears;
The things I fight, and fight for —
How I struggle through the years.
You are not all of my strength,
But you are how I choose to fight —
An extension of my self,
Expression of my deepest light.
I carry you to battle,
And with your help I may just win;
With this blade, I am unequaled,
So let the endless battle begin!