The Burning Blade

 

The burning blade is calling out my name;
Time once again for me to enter the bloody game.
Whispers reach and try to claim my shaking soul -
One wrong step this time and I fall into the hole.
Tendrils of darkness slip close to my side,
The deep blackness all-consuming as I start to slide
Into the hated dance that I have twirled before.
Darkness, never finished, is coming back for more.
I feel myself falling even as I try to fly,
But, wings broken, it is time for me to die.
Many times before I've breathed my final breath,
For there are some things far worse than death.
The death I die is not the one that all must face -
Death is but the result of my fall from grace.
Soon I will wake and the spell will be broken,
And the darkness will recede with not a word spoken
Only to return to my side when the time is right,
And the burning blade shall glow in the darkest night.