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Frostmourne

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My blade is as hard as steel
My edge is as sharp as fangs

My tip pirces you heart
Like the stars pirce your eyes

I am as black as night
As cold as death

I reap the souls of the living
And command the souls of the dead

Your heart is no match
for my cruelty

I corrupt your soul
I kill your heart
You are my slave
My minion
My servant

The dead shall rise
The living shall fall

I am the harbinger of death
I am the Grim Reaper's master

The Devil fears me
Demons bow to me

The earth is my hilt
The ground breaks at my touch

I spread death
Despair
Demise

Darkness shall spread
As the light is consumed

The Gods will fall
I will rise
Death shall fly
The light shall perish
All will be consumed
In my shadow

Nothing shall stand in my way
Every played world of warcraft?....no?..... thought so.

I wrote this poem about Frostmourne, the Lich King's sword. Pretty much, it's like the Grim Reaper's scythe. I personified Frostmourne lol
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CyberCommando's avatar
Excellent poem! Though, I must note that you put pirce instead of pierce. Otherwise, I love it!