A Shard of the Brightest Darkness
A Tale of the Swords
By
Cobalt the Black Fire
Forged in blood
Forged from steel
Cooled in waters of a mighty flood
Yet sharp as it was the blade could not feel
It could not think
It could not breathe
Yet within it was fire
And fire will succeed
Before the Gods this sword was broght
Placed on the line between light and day
Its twin blades caught the rays
Of both Sun and Moon
Both sisters saw
That this blade could defend them all
In two halves
The sword was split
Each their own
But opposite
One for
The light of day
One for the moon
And her gentle ways
The sword of the moon
Took on new form
It became a being
The god of war
War saw weakness
Where others saw kindness
And so whispered in the Moons ear
Of darker passions
Corruption and pain
Fear and desire
From War's inner self
Came the blades fire
Wrapped about the Moon
Patienly respire
The Sun saw this
And with feelings of rage
The Sword of the sun
She began to raise
Yet before she could finish
The swords inner fire
Gave birth to its child
A goddess of Knowledge
And so they began
To give in to each other
Until both were balanced
On the edge of what they were
On the precipice of the unknown
And the begging of what they will be
"Who was the sword smith?"
I hear you ask
Heed my words
You do not need to know
He is more yet less
Than the weakest shadow
Or strongest light
He is the fury of day
The stalker In the night
Beware beware
He is the final being
A balance of all
A shard, of brightest darkness