Sword
They say it wielded by none
The sword a weapon of the past
But resurfaced at last
this ancient weapon is wielded by one
Fast and agile
Nimble and spry
He kills from the shadows
Unseen by any eyes
This is no myth
This is no story
He fights with honor
And he will die with glory
Titans haven fallen
By his edge they where slain
Soldiers are dead
And now his sword is stained with red
Ronin knows nothing of death
To those destined to die he is their host
He will make sure there is nothing left
There is no need for him to boast
For him it's quite simple
Keep your enemies close