Friend

I ran into an old friend
He was smiling up at me
He hasn't changed a single bit
His old self he will be

His clothing, they still shine so bright
His eyes glinting with urge
He still brings back old memories
And the old familiar surge

I thought I had forgotten him
His face and his old ways
I thought I had given up
That distant evil phase

Now he's staring up at me
He's calling out my name
Urging me to play along
This old but brand new game

Words are slipping off my tongue
They chill me to the bone
"Hello my little shiny friend
Hello and Welcome Home"

[About my blade]