It has been said before that an authors pen is the sharpest of swords
So then that you know my blade I will run it through your veins,
She is the savior of the weak, and the messiah of the abused
She is the lone traveller on a forgotten day,
Her child she bear are Truth and Knowledge
My Blade is married to Justice,
Stinging the heart of poet and the common man is her goal
Her father was Rage and he mother be Anger,
The darling I wield on my quill is Wraith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like this one well written 10