Xiphlas's Daggered Edge

Crepitation of the coals
Amber lights they do glow
Rising high soft silver smoke
Gentle winds they do blow

Wreathing up towards the sky
How the stars shine so bright
Fading in to the black abyss
Disappearing in to nothingness

Xiphlas, with it’s daggered edge
Paints the sky’s blank canvas
Picturesque strokes lines of gold
As the Zephyr’s winds they do blow

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