Drag this Daedric dagger across my chest.
Help me cast out this meaninglessness.
Enter a state beyond my comprehension.
A place where I can be guided peacefully.
Devoid of what mistakes have come before.
This ebony glint dances in the moonlight.
Razor sharp and always ready to bite.
Satiate its hunger or face true consequence.
An evil grin that will always make you wonder.
When will retribution descend like a clap of thunder.
Sleek body that sits perfect in its place.
Fashioned to slash away at any disgrace.
Designed by hands greater than any known.
It is perfectly balanced at cutting skin and bone.
More a weapon than a tool fashioned to kill.
Lament drips from its sweeping edge.
Another fool has been consumed again.
Slashed from ear to now rotting ear.
It does not dispel but enhances all fear.
This is the way of an oblivion blade.
Its might will not be stayed!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 