The Light that burns

[unholykatana]

Alone in the dark seperated from my blade
deamons amoung me dark lurking shapes
no hope to be had no help to be found
When lo came a light to put the deamons down
With black flowing hair and deep thoughtful stare
she took hold of my soul and across her back it was slung
Arising through the dark she carried me forth
her lips touched my cheek and my heart skiped a beat
From the depth of her soul she crafted my sword
A blade made from love to fend off the pain
my life had new purpose and nitya was her name
for her I would live no longer would I die
but now at the thought of her laugh I break down and cry
How cruel a gift to give then take away
would it have been better if I had died that day
The light that was my joy now scorches me with pain
How tourturous is life after hearing that name
Nitya my love Nitya my life
How can such beauty bring so much strife
Love is the worst of all hells slaves
it wounds much deeper then any foes blade