Old and new

I slice the air

With my blade thick yet thin

You dodge but soon it will be your end

 A reflective image faces me

Our skins are the same

From the wounds and scares of the years

But this will be your end

I will extract you

My past

My emotions

And my humanity

I will become a new

A vessel of magick

A toning of ways and elements

Not yet a shell

Not yet living nor dead

A tranquil spirit

Thinking and unfeeling

Yet you bring a wound

Make a fault in this unminding wound you will remain

Just as will my bonding chains and the blade through your heart

You were me

But now you are a hidden shadow

To be forgotten and left in dirt

To forever rot

As I move forward in your place