Blades in the Dark

I walk the path the shadows fear. A blade of light,

a soul sincere. Born in dark which shows the flame. Honor carved into

my name. I fight not for the thrill or fame, but for the

lost, the weak, the shamed. My twin singing a sing of

grace, a drill redeemed in war's embrace. I am the silence death obeys.

A blade that cuts through honor's haze. No gods, no guilt,

no noble cause. Just perfect strikes and flawless laws. Discipline is my only creed.

Mercy's weakness, doubt's disease. I hunt the myth, I crave the