Once, there was a girl with the spirit of twin swords.
One sword of her soul burnt with the flame of a venomous vitriol,
A volcano that pushed fear down the hills.
The other sword also hidden in her,
Sent waters crashing through breached enclaves
Relieving the hottest, driest earth.
Whether flooding or burning was her nature,
It was not known further until
She could heal while killing, reducing to ashes
Armies and troops that stood in her way at battle
Which she had won and still won again,
With or without the twin swords on her hands.
It was as if all the Gods came in to the right rescue,
When girl appeared before the hundred weak ones
Having threatened knives nicked at their necks.
On the wish of a destitute, she is called out to
The spirit swords carefree to enter into a vicious force with her.
Where fiery aggression can be smothered by a wet douse
As she swung both blades
Bitter, battered clanks against shields of the enemy front.
None of the villagers believed she can ever be defeated,
And placed a lasting belief she is the destiny defender of the lands.
As time goes by more wars broke, were fought and came victorious,
But Girl grew weaker each day.
Both swords were slowly cutting away into her,
Stabbing into her bones and bleeding her veins,
But she had the strength to carry out a will to succeed.
And so one night, the dragon of the twin swords spoke to her in her sleep.
There was the third sword presented and raised at her to receive,
This one capable of carrying the weight of both swords
And puts all pain into faith, and cruelty into compassion.
So now the spirit of the twin grew larger than before,
Girl no longer had to suffer anymore because the third sword
Was the lost love and grace that the twin wanted to restore.
- Vander
Disclaimer: All poetry and fiction here are original material written by Vander, or Vania (me). Please note that all text references, descriptions and indications are purely fictional (make-believe if you didn’t know what fiction is!) and is in no relation to any actual entities).