POSSESSION
By Clay Bryant
I am Free.
My will is my own.
No one will take it from me.
That is, until I found that wretched blade.
That thing was most foul.
The worst ever made.
I grasped the hilt.
Darkness clouded my mind.
That was when the dark cage was built.
The will of the sword took me.
I slept while the sword used my body.
I had no chance to break free.
Then I see the light.
The sword was weakened.
I had a chance to fight.
I was free of that blackness,
The taint of the blade.
I was able to fight that undying darkness.
But when the day ended,
I fell asleep.
In the night my will was dead.
With the dawn,
I awoke.
That bloody scene just went on.
I then realized the sword still had hold,
Its darkness in my core.
I swore to do a thing that many called bold.
But soon the sword had me again.
I was its slave once more.
That is were the nightmare began.
Nightmare, that is the name I took,
While being controlled.
That and Azure Knight was in every bingo book.
The blade feasted on anguish and pain.
With every rotten soul its power grew.
Yet I had nothing to gain.
The black inferno of the blade's soul burned.
My right arm was the claw of that soul.
Around it, dark energy churned.
As I fought one man,
The blade was stilled.
And that was when I was again a man.
I stood over him with that cursed blade.
He attacked, piercing the eye of the sword.
The sword writhed in pain and screamed the most horrid made.
I dropped the sword as the room filled with light.
The dark blade screamed again.
It was surely in blight.
As the light died, my body was normal.
With the coming of that holy blade,
There was no need to be formal.
I hefted that glowing white blade.
The dark sword writhed as I began.
When I was finished, I pierced that most wicked thing made.
Both swords became inert.
There was no power in either.
But before, that wicked thing did convert.
That dark soul was reborn.
It gained a new form.
The world would be its to scorn.