My Kingdom For A Sword by Keiron Tonge

To feel that fire under your skin,
And to realize that hate wells within,
Itís a feeling of deep regret and joy.
A recognition of joyous sin.

To quench hatreds vile thirsts,
Is to give in to greater power,
To be the boot that presses down,
Upon a radiant flower.

A quarrel pitched inside
Thatís not just to reveal.
Its to take a whetted knife,
To the love thatís angers seal.

When light gives in to darkness,
Find a balance that decides.
A force thatís there as twilight.
A justice that in the soul resides.

It is not just an ending,
But a sunrise that enlightens.
Its there to quake the black.
And in the breach, it frightens.

Push forth with twilights army!
For justice and revenge!
A love thatís once forgotten.
The sword it will avenge!

Thereís nothing that can stop it,
To try would be in vain.
Just let the retribution,
Sweep forth in cleansing pain.

An end to all the darkness,
And a silver world left behind,
A final Elysium.
Where all our souls reside.

On that day Iíll take up sword,
For all I know is right,
To stand amongst the lonely,
To be counted in the fight.

Iíll win or Iíll die trying!
Iíll not let him prevail.
Iíd rather die than tell you,
Than tell you that I failed.

TRY TO FIGHT,TRY TO LIVE, TRY TO LOVEÖ
OR DIE IN THE FIGHTÖ
IF YOU DO LESS THEN YOU ARENíT A HUMAN BEINGÖ

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