Bloodlust.
.
Shining brightly, sunlight glinting off my tempered blade I flash
with death, and fall.
.
Merciless in all my glory. Deftly wielded by the hand of one
who heard my call.
.
Forged in fire, yet captured by the ice trapped in its core
my song rings clear.
.
A siren sound, to lure the blood I crave towards me, needing it
to persevere,
.
Till thirst is quenched again, and I can sit in peace 'mid memories of
the battle fought,
.
Asleep and sated, revelling in all the gore and glory
I have wrought.
.
Yet each time I am woken, lust grows stronger and much harder
to control,
.
And many who have held me, in the end have fallen to the need
that rules my soul.
.
The song grows louder with each change of hand that grasps my hilt
in its embrace,
.
A soaring melody of lust and power, calculated
all else to erase,
.
Till at the end of all things, no more blood is left for hate
to swallow down,
.
And I will lie abandoned, singing silenced as the crimson
fades to brown.
A/N - Ok, so this one has been sitting on my laptop for a while whilst I debated whether to post it or not. I just got to thinking about Anduril one night (I have a strange mind) and this jotted itself down.
Let me know if you think its worth keeping up here.
Thanks. :)