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.