Many lives this blade has taken.
As many as it's protected.
The blood colored tip speaks no words.
As i stare into my blades crimson reflection.
As i Realize. Like all days the sun has set.
With darkness all around me. The difference i see tonight.
The sun will not rise in the morning.
Because Every Thing i see and touch turns to darkness.
No feelings of pain just sorrow.
My hand loses grip of the sword i once held.
And i close my eyes as i become a true shadow.
But shed no tears for me.
The lightning of the storm casts a shadow.
The roar of the thunder is my roar.
The soft patter of the rain is my touch.
Know i will always be watching.