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The Bringer of Death

It is not in my nature,
But it’s my purpose and desire.
I was forged from the earth’s minerals
And shaped by the fire.

 Carefully, my head is laced with cloth,
My back is purposefully curved.
Markings, individual, chosen by my master.
It’s more than I deserved.

Majestically I am wielded,
Gliding through the air.
Yet seeing who lives and dies
My duty seems unfair.

 Slicing through skin and muscles,
Cutting through human bone.
Battle rages, people dieing,
Until my master is alone.

 I am built for brutal means.
Man made me to kill.
I was beaten into submission,
And act against my will.

He searches for new battle,
Yet finds more than he does seek.
Battle is lost, he is dishonoured,
For my master, it seems, is weak.

 For his wish, I must betray him,
No will, I must comply.
In his mission, he has failed,
And now by my body he must die.

 It is not in my nature,
But it’s my purpose and desire.
Since I was born to bring death.
 From man’s created fire.

 

By Rebekah Humphrey

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