The tip of a blade
Sharp as the mind which forged it
Has pierced morality
Blunted steel
Swift and light
Has purged grounds of once dancing man
Gentle winds pushing tides
Wreckage after wreckage
The seas left in the hands of land-walkers
Omnipotence cast aside
The madness in eros retreats
Requiescat in pace
Mountains folding
Now wait for the blackened sky
Descending
The peace has been stolen
No balance remain
Longing a rising sun
Sit in moonlight,
Pray
Breath by breath
A Samurai's sword
The quickened in body and soul
Casts away a dying wind
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
The tip of a blade
Sharp as the mind which forged it
Has pierced morality
Blunted steel
Swift and light
Has purged grounds of once dancing man
Gentle winds pushing tides
Wreckage after wreckage
The seas left in the hands of land-walkers
Omnipotence cast aside
The madness in eros retreats
Requiescat in pace
Mountains folding
Now wait for the blackened sky
Descending
The peace has been stolen
No balance remain
Longing a rising sun
Sit in moonlight,
Pray
Breath by breath
A Samurai's sword
The quickened in body and soul
Casts away a dying wind
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