The Oath

The dagger bolsters on no happy endings

If there is a slight fragrance of a happy
ending gliding through the air

The daggers sharp nose well lead the daggers way

If the mission is complete

Every remaining piece is annihilate

The dagger takes home his trophy

And when he accesses his layer

He ought to feel no shame as he hangs his souvenir

Leaving the one he fought, heart broken, empty and with a oath that states love will never exist while he is around