Empowered Weapons
Here I stand
with my Claymore, Agony
strapped to my back
and metaphysical forearm spikes
running up my arms,
slanting towards my elbows.
Winds howl around me
filled with knives of rhetoric
tearing at me like teeth.
Unleashing my spiked chain
from its pouch on my belt
I grip my already bloodied,
reverse crescent axe
and jump off the ledge
into the fray
swinging the chain
around the closest neck
I pull them close
then sever their head
with my axe
releasing a fountain of blood
towards the heavens.
Morbid scimitars
flash before my eyes
as I lean back
narrowly escaping the attack,
a downward swing of my chain
spins the enemy
and I hack
through his spine with my axe.
A Morningstar filled with delirium
smashes into my shoulder
and I drop my axe
but retaliate
with a skull splitting slash
of my clawed hysteria glove
stopping within
the eye sockets,
shaking the carcass off
I pull out my Claymore.
Whirling my chain overhead
I release it
and it savagely
wraps up an unfortunate,
dropping him mid charge.
Snatching my sadistic,
spiked headed War hammer
I separate another
from his legs
with my sword.
At the last second
I catch the shaft
of a tainted spear
within my forearm spikes
snapping it
then bury my hammer’s head
in his chest.
Unfortunately
the body draws me down,
leaving me open
and an infected mace
smashes into my skull,
but as I fall Agony
serrates the seven mortals
with my death spin,
and as I lay there
spitting up blood
the detrimental maul
splatters my brains
upon the battlefield.
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