Metal Thoughts

I was beautiful once. I was part of something grand. From the very bones of the Earth you mined me, forged me. Each rebirth was a new experience. I have been tools to help shape the world, walls and building to help protect lives.

Then… I was made into a sword.

You have taken any joy I once had. I exist only to kill. I hear your screams and feel your blood, hot and sticky on my blade.

I hate what I’ve become. Why did you make me this?

Anything…

I’d rather be anything but this…