Created: 23/08/17
In blade's embrace, a crimson oath, A promise made with honor and truth, Forged in fire, tempered by might, it guards the realm, day and night. A symbol of courage, strength, and might, The blade's gleam pierces through the night, With every swing, a destiny's tale, A warriors courage, fierce and hale. Upon this blade, a kingdom relies, Its gleaming edge, a valor that never denies, Crimson oath sworn, an unyielding creed, With every strike, it fulfills its need.
Version 1
In the realm of Lamos, where shadows
creep,
Vekir, the Guardian, was awakened from
sleep.
He gazed upon the hero, with a mocking
stare,
For something amiss, a burden she did
bear.
"Wait," said Vekir, his voice dripping disdain,
"Something's different, your demeanor
is not the same.
No longer noble, no longer pure,
What have you done, dear hero, to ensure
That ancient blade clutched tight within
your grasp,
A prize obtained by sacrifice, a deadly
clasp?"
He sneered at her, his eyes gleaming with
scorn,
As her tears mixed with blood, a forlorn
mourn.
Kneeling there, one knee pressed against
the stone,
Her heart weighed heavy, with sacrifice
unknown.
"Oh, how brave you are, a blade so rare,
Obtained by shedding blood, a life you dare.
Tell me, hero, who did you forsake,
To wield that weapon, your soul a stake?
A loved one, perhaps, once close and dear,
Their life extinguished, their memory
seared?"
The hero trembled, her voice but a whisper,
"Vekir, Guardian of Lamos, my heart's
blister,
I gave up someone, someone I hold dear,
Their sacrifice fuels this blade of fear.
You mock my pain, my burden so deep,
But know this, Vekir, even shadows weep."
Vekir laughed, a wicked sound in the air,
Mocking her anguish, reveling in dispair.
"Shadows weep? How quaint, a feeble plea,
A blade stained with blood, a heart torn
apart,
Your noble facade crumbling, a broken art."
Quote: “Wait. Somethings different. This isn’t the same noble hero I fought before… no, you’ve changed. What have you… done?”
In the realm of battles, a moment of pause, A voice whispers softly, a moment's cause, Wait, something's different, a shift in the air, The noble hero transformed, with secrets to bear. This isn't the same, the warrior of old, A change has befallen, a story yet untold, In the depths of their being, a transformation unseen, Leaving adversaries questioning, "What have you... done?" Mysteries abound, veiled in the hero's gaze, Their essence transformed, a new path they blaze, No longer confined by what was once known, A metamorphosis unfolding, a soul fully grown. Eyes once shining bright, now carry a new light, A strength from within, shining through the night, The hero has changed, but their purpose holds true, A different form, yet the mission they pursue. Whispers of power, echoes of growth, A journey uncharted, expanding both mind and oath, Battles fought before, mere shadows of the past, For the hero has evolved, a metamorphosis vast. In awe and confusion, the adversaries stand, Witnessing the shift, unable to understand, What lies beneath the surface, what trials have been won, Leaving them perplexed, in questioning stun. But the hero, undeterred, embraces the unknown, Embracing the change, the transformation they've sown, For within the metamorphosis, a new strength is found, A hero reborn, their purpose unbound. So stand, noble hero, in your altered form, For you've grown beyond expectations, a newfound norm, Let the world marvel, as they witness you shine, For the change within you, is a victory divine. "What have you... done?" they ask in awe, Unraveling the layers, discovering the hero's core, A journey of growth, a transformation profound, The hero stands changed, with strength unbound.