Blue-steel unknown
and never rules,
the light abandoned,
the surface cools,
a tiny, stream,
reddish glint,
drips the weapon,
the dragon gift.
But the blood the beads,
force their path,
sent to flow,
the warrior path,
the hilt alone holds,
no blood for the blue-steel,
cloaked the flood.
The light now
continues to fade
The Sapphire hilt,
The blue-steel blade,
The crystal hidden,
The motion to last,
But halt your, Slaughter commanded,
the dead and those who have fled,
The battle is over
The carrion, birds call,
Your side has won,
but friends still fall,
For the wielder is now,
Ruled by the sword,
That flowed and felled,
her friends, her lords,
The blue-steel, gift continued
to impale to, to slash, to center,
to peice their mail.
The warrior lighting,
reflecting black-scale,
their laughter, and hail.
The sight euphoric,
as winds gives them lift,
The hillside the wielder,
The sword their gift.
The warrior, possessed,
looked onward, to find,
those left alive and more humankind,
and the blade finished,
and none were left,
It turned on it's wielder
It's gift of death.
