The soft, smooth metal brushes against my fingertips,
My heart won't stop beating so quickly
As the anticipation of battle reaches my mind.
The battle-worn hands tighten around the key-shaped blade,
My comrades stand alongside me
As we prepare for their long awaited ambush.
Little black creatures come for me at every direction.
I swing around and destroy one, it's body slowly fading away,
But for every one I destroy, another takes it's place.
Maybe not here or now, but somewhere,
Another innocent heart is being devoured by them, and
Those foul creatures are why I am here.
The heartless are why I'm here,
So I live to fight.