I am
the reaper of men
Sight
Twice
as clear as reason
Blade
Twice
as sharp as treason
Calm
Deep
and rich like silt on a river bed
and
just as never ending
No
force will stay my hand
Touch
The
heart of the heathen
Grace
To know
when to weaken
Death
Quick
and cold like wind on a winter's day
and
just as never ending
For I
am one with the sword
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