Song of Swords

Here is my song,
Of forged swords,
Hear,
The cuts and blood.

I have a sword made of summer,
Forged from the brightest future,
I still remember that smile,
Worth it.

I have a sword made of winter,
Forged from logical cold,
I still remember that analysis,
Live.

I have a sword made of spring,
Forged from Forest of Life,
I still remember that energy,
Laugh.

And I, myself, am a sword of darkness,
Forged from dark melodies,
Always singing,
Always waiting.