Light

It watches as villages burn to the ground
screams kept within
its insides cracked and crumbled
the taste of blood and anger
spitting burning light
smell of burning flesh rotting in the sun
the user swiftly slicing through the enemies
tip red and sticky with dried blood
the crystal old and burnt out
yet still willing to go on
yelling of justice
the rage building up inside
to finish what it started
ignition scaring the villagers
the demon has awoken
it has arisen
the evil coursing through its veins
then there was silence
except for the slow and silent last breath of the enemy