Legend speaks of a warrior that wielded,
- A deadly blade of shadows
So powerful, that entire armies would
- Fall before its dark might
Men would cower in fear before this man
- Forever scarred of the night
Their worst nightmares coming to life
- Haunting their every thought, their every dream
So every man that challenged him perished
- Never to rise to see the morning sun
Never to see another soul in the darkness
- That was the power of the shadow blade
And once every battle was won, this brave
- Warrior would raise his sword high and would cry out
"This battle is finished" his voice boomed to the heavens
- "Blood shall soak this field, from every soldier
Their lives were in vain, and their spirits
- Shall forever be lost to the shade"
Though he showed no mercy to those that he slain
- And would spit on their graves
He held back a secret, that would be his undoing
- One that could destroy his powerful blade
For he alone knew the origin of the sword
- He and his loyal daughter, that was always at his side
She was at every battle, every war her father fought
- She was his strenght, his friend
But she was also his weakness, for her mother
- Whom the warrior had loved with all his heart
Had died giving birth to his child
- She was all he had left of his beloved wife
She wield no sword, nor carried any shield
- For her strength laid elsewhere
Those who looked apon her, were meet with her gaze
- Sharper than a blade, stronger than steel
They would fall, with no hope
- And as they fell, the shadows would envelope them
And though she was powerful, she was also very proud
- Never letting anyone taking credit or her kill
Those that tried, disappeared, never to be seen
- Or heard of ever again
The stronger she grew, and her pride along with it,
- So much, that she turned her eyes toward her father
Outraged, blaming that he took her credit
- Every battle was won because of her,
The warrior refused, defying his only child
- His only remembrance of the women he loved
Her anger reached its peak, and she unleased all of it
- Onto her father
The shadows that surround his daughter grew
- Taking on the form of every soul he slaughterd
They attacked him, absorbing his life
- In vain he slashed at them, but not even the shadow blade could hurt them
He pleaded, begged for her to cease,
- But it was too late, she would see this deed through till the end
Anger filled his mind, and with one final attempt
- He threw his sword at the source
Time slowed, as he realized what he had done
- He watched as the sword drove through his childs chest
The Shadow Blade pierced her heart of ice
- Until it reached the other side
Tears rolled down his face, from the grief at his feat
- Blood ran freely down from the wound
In surprise, she glanced up with fear in her eyes
- She fell, but her body never hit the ground
His daughter's body and soul, were absorbed by the blade
- Trapped froever in its dark shadows.
He had killed his daugher, his weapon
- No longer would he feel her hand in his, nor the power in his grip
The sword fell into the ground, but the warrior left it,
- It had no power left, it was useless now
When he had killed his child, the blade had died with her
- For his daughter was the Shadow Blade
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