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Folded steel,
Long, majestically coming to a point,
Sharp and poignant,
Curves and swirls and runes of power,
Along the blade, adding what secrets they can.
Small enlaid garnets,
Shimmering and sparkling,
A hilt, sturdy.
Entwined with crimson silk,
And decorated with yet more garnets.
Place your two hands on this magical hilt,
Let the sword cut and slice in the entrancing way it does.
Let the blood of the unworthy wash over those garnets and runes.
Let the unworthy cower before you,
And hear them scream in terror.
The blade craves!
And so it shall recieve,
Blood of demons,
Blood of heretics,
Blood of ghoul,
Blood of serpent,
And blood of criminal.
The Red Eclipse craves,
And so it shall recieve.
- by Mint Heavenflower |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/12/2010 |
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- Title: The Red Eclipse
- Artist: Mint Heavenflower
- Description: A short poem I wrote about a sword in a game I play. All around, a great sword. It is also Mint Heavenflower's sword, and I always draw her with it.
- Date: 11/12/2010
- Tags: eclipse sword
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