17 May 2012
'Heavens Vow' - The dark swords name; Enchanted with God-Killing plague.
Forged in the darkest Blacksmiths fire And tempered by a twisted old Mage.
Entrusted to me As a token of vengeance Against those who seek to cause pain.
Ironic it seems, To those who may whimper, As they draw their last breath in vain...
But I bring about balance With each tyrant slain...
For those who remain, 'Heavens Vow'; it will mame...
And never again Will they know of its name.
A weapon of peace, Inspired by the gods. The blade that divides soul from flesh.
The edge so bright, The point so sharp, The speed; impossible to express.
For within conception In the womb of fire, Where steel fuses with flame,
The gods shone down And blessed the sword With its timeless holy name.
But alas... I am no man of god. Not bound to heavenly service.
Camouflaged Under cover of night, Wielding the blade for MY purpose.
'Heavens Vow' - The dark swords name; Ever twisted through my sins.
Slayer of innocent And guilty alike...
I AM the first Assassin.
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