The Light that braks my Blade

This is a work of fiction.

    In the light that broke my blade, the world did feel to unloved. The world was gloomy and pitiful and only thoes that could love would live. Love was the element that would bid them to live but I was the destroyer Death did bay at the end of my blade, The Bards did sing and the Peots did tell about my deeds throughout the kingdom but who I was twas not said until the day the light broke my blade. In the dark I would strike and romove the scum for the king, untill the day that broke my blade! I mean by this that not be wrong but when the light shon, I love did I but could not commit, for should I commit I commit to death for the king I am a Priest, I am a worker at the alter of death commisioed by the church to romove this stain and do I in the dark untill the day the light broke my blade.

         

           For I was seen in the light for unto me I was bade to kill the on that made me man and she that made me human, nay not my mother or father but my lord and lady, for sinners they were and it broke my heart to hear it so and for this I bade that forgiveness be laid. But the Priest said they must die and so off into the night I did ride! I did ponder this for quite some time and in this I came to realize that I was to do this only for he who, yes thy king wish it so because in this I halt and swain too and froe that under the stars he would know, my job I would do and to the point but shoul come the end of the night. The king he would know that in this his hour of death that 'twould be I that deliver thene kiss not apon to his lips but his heart would kiss my blade and he would know that his light not break my blade but my lord nad lady had for him I worked no more and Instead ran out his door!