Bladed on Both Sides

His blade is timid.
His mind is meek.
HIs heart is true,
yet will is weak.
Oppressionignites rebellions rise
when rights are wrongfully tossed aside.
His blade is slow.
His skill is young.
With hope he dreams
of what to become.
Strength in silent contimplation.
Hoping to dethrone domination.
His blade is eager.
Trial and error.
Justice defends
against sins of terror.
Experience grantsa satisfaction
when confidence flows through show of action.
His blade is poised.
His empathy grows.
Defend his friends.
Defeat his foes.
Pride begins to set the bar.
Tolerance stretches only so far.
His blade is vigor.
They feel his pain.
His enemies know
his unknown name.
Too late for oppression to make repentance.
Corruption suppressed by the weight of vengeance.
Victory.
The hour comes.
The cowards flee.
The battle is won.
Tyranny ends its reach and siege.
Look what hope has redeemed and freed.
Applause begins to nourish the mind.
Ambition rises.
Fear declines.
A milestone reached
yet more is waiting.
The war isn't over...
His blade is waking.
Battles ensue.
Each threat is faced.
His will is strong.
Their skill is disgraced.
HIs mettle is swift
when taking life.
His grip is intense...
The blade is might.
Powerbegins to entice the mind
Retribution.
Eye for an eye.
Conscious restraints begin to break.
He has to win...
The blade is hate.
Passion becomes the thing unsated.
Lust is freed.
Weakness hated.
They thought him weak.
Their peace won't last.
Their love will bleed...
The blade is wrath.
Walls are torn.
Homes are scorched.
His hand strikes innocence
down with force.
Mercy forgotten.
Temper inflated.
They'll know their place...
The blade is tainted.
Power is loved.
Love is slain.
Domination
becomes his name.
Oppression begins
its introduction.
Hunger insatiable...
The blade is corrupted.
Victory
becomes his gain.
The smell of blood.
The love of rage.
Those too weak
to quell his tide
are put to sword
and left to die.
Power keeps
his rule intact
until one day
knife strikes his back.
Struck by a boy
whose mind is meek,
whose heart is true
and whose will is weak.
As he bleeds
his eyelids close.
His power bested
by a lesser foe.
Too late for oppression to make repentance.
Corruption suppressed by the weight of vengeance.
One last grasp.
He drops his blade.
Darkness creeps.
Death invades.
The boy shouts victory.
Tyranny defeated.
The blade is taken...
...and the cycle, completed.