Every morning I rise, to find the blade is hefted. The first of all my daily orders is one of evasion; to reposition that I might, effect upon my targets; too endure, should I come under fire.
I truly thought in time that I’d escape it, though said myself I wore it like a crown; at least the now it’s stark in definition, I’m all too well aware when it resounds.
I find that it attracts in equal measure; the instances in which it terrifies. But mine alone to bear a thing terrible; is not as tall an ask as of the one, who would beside me stand throughout the balance, and suffer to elate in love like mine.