Crimson Blade

Crimson liquid, burns like fire
It wont stop, its increasing dark desire

Sword gleaming in the pure, deceptive light
Anticipating many kills into the lethal night

Waiting for the moment, to bite into flesh
Made strong to last and never perish

Stained with blood of those who sin
Never to live again

Blade demands to pierce living meat
Never wanting to return to its creating heat

Its wielder dies in a hopeless battle
Blade turns to rust, thread fallen from the handle

To be renewed and forever shielded
Never again to be wielded.