The Tip of the Blade
Spirit of Fire, rise in me, breathe through my body.
Burn all that is inconsequential into ash.
The pure bone of what matters is left behind.
The whiteness of what I am true to.
At the tip of the blade, all is clear.
Burn all that is inconsequential into ash.
The pure bone of what matters is left behind.
The whiteness of what I am true to.
At the tip of the blade, all is clear.