☠⚔ Spirit Sword ⚔☠

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"The Spirit Sword"

Details include...

-Blade made of obsidian
-Hilt made of bone 
-Pommel of hilt is a single green eye that seems to constantly shed tears 
-Feint yet heavy mist surrounds the sword
-Constant whispers
-Sword forever rests in its pedestal and cannot be removed 
-Collects lost souls from those who die 
-Located in a dark murky forest that constantly changes its surroundings to confuse those who dare look for the sword... 
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The Spirit Sword is not hostile, yet very non-threatening. Day and night, it idly sits in its pedestal, surrounding itself in a feint yet heavy mist to hide itself.

The sword is quite shy, and does not like being found nor seen.

Located in a magical and murky forest, its eye sheds constant tears non-stop. Reasons unknown...

The sword is known to collect lost souls from the dead, or the souls from those who have recently died. Souls will be carried into the sword itself, not trapped, more ... housed, I guess you can say.

But with each soul the sword collects, the stronger its power gets. Meaning the stronger it can create its mist, and the radius of its soul gathering.

However, thanks to where the sword is located.... the forest itself is also alive. It is ever changing (no, not as in "seasons"). Changing meaning, it changes its surroundings.... once there was nothing in your way... now sprouts a massive tree.

Once there was nothing in your way... now a massive cliff.

A maze in its own way, to protect the sword from those who seek it. With the help of the mist of course.

The sword is always whispering to the souls it collects, whispering words of hope and encouragement. It does this to calm and sooth the terrified souls it collects.

But, to those who are still alive may also hear those whispers... but are unable to hear coherent words. As the sword speaks in its own ancient language that appears to be alien in this world.

Now, I will ask you this: Is there anyone you know or love happen to be... no longer in this world anymore? Maybe they could be part of the sword, living peacefully.

And soon... so will you.

- Cy Carana 💙🐇✨
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A sword that forever rests 
An ever-changing forest 
Whispers unheard by far 
But within the dark

Oooooooo~
A sword that whispers of collected souls 
But never dares to cull 
A mist that shrouds and blinds 
But the blade remains hard to find

Whispers unheard by deaf ears 
Drowning in its own tears 
The souls call out 
But forever shrouded by doubt

A sword that collects souls from the dead
Its eternal power being fed 
For the tears it sheds
For the whispers it has bled 
Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? 
Spirit Sword, where do you remain now?

Your blade made of obsidian 
But why won’t you let others in the forest in? 
You surround yourself in heavy mist 
But you never seem to desist…

Whispers unheard by deaf ears 
Drowning in your own tears 
The souls you collect constantly call out 
But they’re forever shrouded by doubt

The pedestal it remains in might as well be its eternal bed
For the sword lingers ahead
For every whisper it has said
Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? 
Spirit Sword, where do you remain now?

Impossible to remove 
For you have seemed to prove
Why must you remain constantly out of sight?
Why must you evade the light?

Forever unheard it appears 
You always disappear 
Tell me, what is this all about?
Or do I have to simply shout?

Constant whispering it spreads
Souls constantly held by a thread
A sword that never speaks, yet silently whispers instead
For every whisper it has said
Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? 
Spirit Sword, where do you remain now?

Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? 
Spirit Sword, where do you remain now?

There is no need for tears
For every soul you collect
You dare to never cull 
But you remain powerful

Where do you remain now?

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"The Spirit Sword" Details include... -Blade made of obsidian -Hilt made of bone -Pommel of hilt is a single green eye that seems to constantly shed tears -Feint yet heavy mist surrounds the sword -Constant whispers -Sword forever rests in its pedestal and cannot be removed -Collects lost souls from those who die -Located in a dark murky forest that constantly changes its surroundings to confuse those who dare look for the sword... ==================================================== The Spirit Sword is not hostile, yet very non-threatening. Day and night, it idly sits in its pedestal, surrounding itself in a feint yet heavy mist to hide itself. The sword is quite shy, and does not like being found nor seen. Located in a magical and murky forest, its eye sheds constant tears non-stop. Reasons unknown... The sword is known to collect lost souls from the dead, or the souls from those who have recently died. Souls will be carried into the sword itself, not trapped, more ... housed, I guess you can say. But with each soul the sword collects, the stronger its power gets. Meaning the stronger it can create its mist, and the radius of its soul gathering. However, thanks to where the sword is located.... the forest itself is also alive. It is ever changing (no, not as in "seasons"). Changing meaning, it changes its surroundings.... once there was nothing in your way... now sprouts a massive tree. Once there was nothing in your way... now a massive cliff. A maze in its own way, to protect the sword from those who seek it. With the help of the mist of course. The sword is always whispering to the souls it collects, whispering words of hope and encouragement. It does this to calm and sooth the terrified souls it collects. But, to those who are still alive may also hear those whispers... but are unable to hear coherent words. As the sword speaks in its own ancient language that appears to be alien in this world. Now, I will ask you this: Is there anyone you know or love happen to be... no longer in this world anymore? Maybe they could be part of the sword, living peacefully. And soon... so will you. - Cy Carana 💙🐇✨ ==================================================== A sword that forever rests An ever-changing forest Whispers unheard by far But within the dark Oooooooo~ A sword that whispers of collected souls But never dares to cull A mist that shrouds and blinds But the blade remains hard to find Whispers unheard by deaf ears Drowning in its own tears The souls call out But forever shrouded by doubt A sword that collects souls from the dead Its eternal power being fed For the tears it sheds For the whispers it has bled Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? Spirit Sword, where do you remain now? Your blade made of obsidian But why won’t you let others in the forest in? You surround yourself in heavy mist But you never seem to desist… Whispers unheard by deaf ears Drowning in your own tears The souls you collect constantly call out But they’re forever shrouded by doubt The pedestal it remains in might as well be its eternal bed For the sword lingers ahead For every whisper it has said Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? Spirit Sword, where do you remain now? Impossible to remove For you have seemed to prove Why must you remain constantly out of sight? Why must you evade the light? Forever unheard it appears You always disappear Tell me, what is this all about? Or do I have to simply shout? Constant whispering it spreads Souls constantly held by a thread A sword that never speaks, yet silently whispers instead For every whisper it has said Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? Spirit Sword, where do you remain now? Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? Spirit Sword, where do you remain now? Spirit Sword, oh where art thou? Spirit Sword, where do you remain now? There is no need for tears For every soul you collect You dare to never cull But you remain powerful Where do you remain now?

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