The Blade

A horror/ fantasy story in poem format.

I found it in a tomb
When I was killing the undead
For the city now above my head
For the church that was being destroyed
By the horrid creatures
Buried in the catacombs

I found it stuck in the floor
With shining jewels on the hilt
With a ruby at the end of the hilt
And a blade made of gold

I was drawn to it
It called out to me
In a voice like that of angels
And I grabbed it
I tore it free from the earth
And radiated light from it's blade

I found the source of the problem
of the dead rising up to kill
It was a mage
Practicing dark spells
I beheaded the mage
With my new sword
And a humming noise filled the room
And the angelic voice moaned
The sword approved of the death
Of such a foul person

I came out of the tomb
My job completed
With the blade hidden
Inside the scabbard
Of the sword I had
Which was now stuck in a ghoul's chest
The priest paid me
And I left the church
And went straight to the tavern
To find more work

I woke up
In my rented bed
Above the tavern
By a voice
Deep and dark
But still alluring
It spoke to me
And said to murder
Everyone in the tavern
And everyone in the city
I looked around
And saw my sword glowing
The jewels were the color of night
The exposed blade the color of silver
The voice stopped
And I went back to sleep

I believe it was a dream
A nightmare
An trick of my brain
From all the horrors
I saw below the church
And the once human monsters I had slain

I was hired
By a traveling merchant
To protect his caravan
From bandits on the road
I met in the tavern
And he hired me
After a few drinks of ale
And my persuasive skills

I rode along side his carts
As we traveled down the road
We met no resistance
No bandits attacked us
No monsters
And oddly enough
No animals
In the forest or on the road
Which was odd
For spring

I woke up inside my tent
To a deep and dark voice
I looked to my sword
And it was glowing
A bright silver light
And the voice spoke
It told me to kill the merchant
His children travelling with him
And the others guards
The man had hired
It seemed like an interesting idea
But I ignored it and went to sleep

I awoke to horror
The merchant was killed
His throat slit
Still in his bed
His family killed
Gashes across their body
And the guards were dead too
With their head missing
My golden blade hummed
And the angelic voice sang
A song of sorrow

I buried the people
And I wondered why I still lived
Why did something kill everyone
But not kill me
And I remembered
What I thought was a dream
About the sword talking to me
About how it wanted me to kill
Was it me who killed them?
Was the sword controlling my acitons?
Did it have two sides to it?
One good, one bad?
I didn't know
But I traveled deep into the woods
And stayed away from civilazation
Away from people

I was sleeping in a cave
When the voice came back
It spoke to me
Told me to kill
And I said yes
And went to sleep

I awoke in a dungeon
My wrist chained to the wall
A guard in front of my cage
Protecting me from the world
A priest came
The same one who paid me two days ago
To slay the monsters
Below his church
He said a prayer for me
And asked his god for fogiveness for me
After he finished
Two men came
The took off the chains on my wrist
And dragged me out of my cell

I was looking around
I was in front of the castle
Of the king of the kingdom
Which the people of the city
Calling for my death
Calling for my head
As the executioner laid my head down
On a block of wood
I looked up at the king
High on his balcony
And in his hand
Was the blade
I could hear it's angelic voice
From where I was
I knew now that blade had two sides
One bad, one good
The good was there during the day
The bad at night
And bad controlled me
And made me kill
I knew what was going to happen
After my death
The king was going to be like me
Was going to kill someone
His family
His people
Until someone stopped him
And they take the sword from his corpse
And the process
Will begin again
I head the axe come down at me
And I saw nothing ever again

Reviews

[HPsGurl1]

This is creepily like Edgar Allen Poes' work. �Trabajo magn�fico!

[Lorrie]

Never ending circle of murder by something controlling. Good job!

[revenant21]

Love the re-write!

[revenant21]

I loved it. For some reason the beginning part about finding it in a tomg=b with the udead and everything made me think of Indiana Jones, and the Mummy movies. Really good.

[Tai-San]

This is good. its really looooong though!

[Wunderlich]

F*****g. Sweet. I really liked this, especially how the same priest who once hired the narrator had to give him his last rights. Awesome stuff.

[Cam]

Fascinating. The sword, reminds me too much of a regular human mind. We can do the good that should be done, but we usually venture out, and commit the vicious evil deeds.

[Cara]

This is a wonderful story. I didn't know what to expect when I first started reading it, but as I read on I was intrigued by it. I like that there is no closure to the story except for the the man's last thoughts.

[Flame DM]

very very interesting story spun here. I will admit at first i was confused, but I loved it. It was creepy by the fact that i'll never end and the sword gets what it wants all the time =] great write my friend

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