The Sword

400 years the battle raged,
400 years in combat I was engaged.

Not a war ware one gets to kill,
But the battle in me the fight of my will.

Inside my soul the monsters fight,
Longing for the power so close in sight.

The winner gets my heart and soul,
The monster that wins gets to eat them whole.

The battle ends and who is the wining lord?
Tis the reaper himself with his flaming sword

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