A blade, undull, refreshed from blight
Held up in the air
Crystals glitter, shine in light
Everyone aware
Just a boy, misled, misguided
Lost in soul and mind
Doing what the voice decided
Be it crude or kind
Together they are a weapon bound
Dissolving flesh and bone
Consumed completely, no ash found
Taken from where they belong
A blade, so sharp, adorned with power
Forged for nought but greed
A boy, misled, his mind so sour
He has another need