A twin bladed sword of fire and wrath
Set to dispatch all that he hath
Rimmed in blood and stone-dried tears
Possessing a handle worn through the years.
Controlled through rage and anger and love
Introduced to battle from the battle above
Possessing two edges, both sharp and keen
Leading up to a tip, pointed and pristine.
An edge from the near and another the far,
Both as dangerous as the greatest czar
The one the shallow the other aware
the two as diverse as two merchants' wares.
The shallow is hallow and swings back on its own
cleaving in two the plated breastwork of stone
Destroying its master if given the chance
If he should prove himself through inadequate stance.
The aware is audible when it cracks through helms
Departing the demons of the nether realms
Giving itself in glorious tribute
So no wanderer's eyes can behold and refute.
The knowing blade of the sword in excellence crafted
To spare the the innocent lest they be drafted
But the shallow was crafted in equal but lesser metal
But yet only the master's hand can this dual settle.