Darkness of the SwordsWoman
The will of one, and the strength of many.
The heart of none, but skill of any.
This is but the start f sorrow,
Loneliness knows no morrow.
Only the heart of the hidden knows,
The truth that lies beyond those eyes.
The heart that will come to bare,
If only true love can flare.
But beware of those eyes you watch,
For soulless eyes were they once.
And yet again that form they take,
When the deep blue skies beings to break.
Upon the nights stolen dream,
The truth of which will soon be seen.
Darkness has no use for this,
But light will use it like a witch.
For the truth of light has no heart,
For darkness was the one to start.
So yet the being lives still on,
Within the darkness of her home.
And her true love he stands alone,
In Days light that is his zone.
The being of which light was once,
And her the being of Night to come.
For light is Day, as Night is dark,
As he is truth, she is heart.