Sympathetic Blade

Above me dance countless blades

Their ashes shaving at my morbid shade

Despite that, I wouldn't give them blame

For they're the children born of my flame

In the skin of their steel, I etched my ideal

Regretful ambitions I shouldn't make real

Yet still dwelling in my pride and zeal,

Realization came, and with it my squeal

For dancing through flesh and bone,

My eyes strayed over what I've done

Now craving sympathy in your silent blade

My children cut enmity and lay me to rest