i give it all to you
i give it all to you
the blood of your fore fathers stains my blade, for i have survived long to see this day, when youve risen to raise your blade, and fight, seeing simply, and only me
the sword is used to keep at a distance so that my foe may not know my fear, my knife i use, to get in close so that sometime my foe i can hear, together they clash, my knife, and my sword, but the beauty they know when they work together is clear
Beauty and Finese, a forgotten two things, something i pray will someday take wings, flying to the sky, and meeting the clouds, these things ill do, when my time brings the shrouds, smile and meet death, only then will you know, that death to can live, and it can glow
beyond every sword is a story, the sword was never meant to kill, it is an instrument of fate, only the strong can bare the burden, do you have what it takes?
lost to the art, bewitched by its charm, emotions stolen away, no apparent harm, the heart hardens and withers, eating slowly away, hurting from within, so that you may stay, keep the blade in hand, and know only thy art, and thou shalt suffer, from deep within thy heart
learn from these stories, look the picture in the eye, read the words they offer, and wonder if they lie, read through each one and blessings will befall, for the knowledge they offer is truer and more valuble than all
draw from your primal instincts, dull they may be, but they are there for your pleasure, rely on them and you will see, the right course will take, and the path you walk will be forward, without instincts you are naive, and lost to the world of combat
do not forget who you are, killing rips the soul, a violation against humanity and yet a contribution to nature, remain human for the animal still exists within, inviting it to surface will reduce both you and your sword to but figments of dust in the wind, un-heard and unseen by all who follow in your wake
know thy sword, know thyself, remain in control, be balanced with both blade and sheath, scar thy enemy, point away from friends, be gentle but fierce, or thou shalt know thy end
know thee as mortal, be content with thy power, and strive only to gain when i necessary, lust for power clouds thy mind, defects the judgement of your soul and takes away from thy true potential, for thee to fight, must find something worth fighting for, only then will true power find you
brothers
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