The Cursed Sword

This sword so cold,
Your image caught.
Mind controlled by a single touch,
Once in your clutch.
A power so uncontrollable
A power so dark, and so mysterious
Runs through you.
Some say its black magic
A curse put on by a world unknown,
A world so cold,
So cruel, so dark, so mystical,
Almost so unreal.

This sword designed by evil,
A demon, and his ghost.
They say the sword was made by,
Dark magic, and his long lost loves blood
melted within the steel of the blade.

When held by human hands
You feel nothing,
But you begin to feel
Warmth run through your arms.
Your mind starts to play tricks on you
Making every feeling of rage.
Which you begin feeling nothing
Your love drains,
And soon you have nothing
Not even a Heart.............