Forged In Fire
I take my thoughts and melt
them down into molten
pools of unspoken words.
Casting spells of alchemy
and forging a blade, golden,
stainless, and tinted
heavily with resolve.
A cauldron brews,
awaiting ingredients.
I throw in every dream,
every vision my mind
creates, whilst under
despair’s influence.
A venomous coating
of broken trust and
betrayal drips from
the tip of my double
edged instrument, my
bringer of death.
The handle will be made
from threads of hate,
meticulously woven,
which wrap themselves
tightly around an
insidious motive
saturated with malice.
I mix my war paint with
the blood of the guilty,
for innocent blood
exists not, in this place.
I carve into my hilt,
a notch for every face
that I distort or disfigure;
every life I erase.