My Fathers Sword

My fathers sword is not my own
Its hilt is made of dragons bone
It blade is black like my fathers hair
And it makes no noise when cut through air
My fathers sword was forged from a blacksmith
Whose skills were legend and myth
Each blow with his hammer of burning red
Counted the bodies that it lay dead
My father sword had left death its signature
And slayed the most fearsome of creature
It had carved the hearts of men in two
And left mouths a gapping when run through
My fathers sword was the emblem of power
And was his only company within his tower
My fathers sword now belongs to me
And with it I wield my own destiny
The cut down the cobwebs of my past
To break this spell that was cast
To slay my skeletons
To slay my demons
To slay my hatred
And slay all that I have created
To break away from the umbilical chord
With my fathers sword

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