A sword of blood and glass

I feel the cool metal, kiss my soft fingertips

The gleaming sword I hold, trails on the stone floor.

The world turned dark, but through a quiet eclipse,

I press my ear to the iron door.

The blood in my body turned black,

as I longed to go in, sword swinging.

But with a strained exhale, I held back-

For I heard the haunting song they were singing.

“Clothed in black, darkening red rivers,

Stay sleeping nimble beast of lore-

For your footsteps in the night bring me shivers,

as they hold unfathomable power forevermore.”

I touched my finger to the metal,

The rivers dripped from my stroking touch;

and my hurt withered away, as an old petal,

I was done being hurt this much.

I was no longer glass,

pieced together by blood.

Here I was metal and steel, alas-

My newofund sword cut through the flood.

I cocked my head slightly,

As I opened the door with a crack.

and smiled as my sword shined brightly.

I whispered erethrally, "I'm back."