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The Cerulean Blade

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Rise, o Blade,
silent, buried judge.
From crimson flame
and virescent inferno
your virtue shimmers.

Shine, o Blade,
beneath an inky sea.
Astray in your domain,
lunacy is its name.
Who dares follow your glint?

Speak, o Blade,
velvet voice in the shadows.
Magnet of wanderers
with a mithril edge,
where is it that you slumber?

Assess, o Blade,
the vagrants' resolve.
Worthy are those who
brave your realm
and emerge unscathed.

Unravel, o Blade,
the smooth silk
of midnight lies.
Irrational oracle who
rewards the forbearing.

Rest, o Blade,
in the souls' depths.
Cerulean envoy of truth,
as sudden as an eclipse,
with eyes of crystal.
Hello, folks. This is a piece made pretty recently. It's a bit personal, certainly odd and probably interesting. Constructive criticism is welcome and will be considered.
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It seems only right to critique each of my Critmas teammates, so here I am. Not that much to choose from that hasn’t already been critiqued almost a dozen times, but out of all the things in your gallery I keep being pulled back to this one. Maybe it’s because I like knives.


and virescent inferno” I learned a new word! Was not familiar with “virescent” (and apparently neither is my spell-check), and looking up the meaning completely changes how to interpret that phrase since infernos as we know them generally aren’t green, so now I wonder if instead of building on the previous line’s “crimson flame” it is instead a counterbalance, of new greenery bursting out in the paths cleared by the fire.


The last stanza has a similar strange dichotomy going on, with the line “as sudden as an eclipse”, because eclipses generally aren’t sudden, and in fact are quite predictable. So that makes me think its... motion? revelation? Isn’t sudden at all, and it’s more of a creeping emergence, something felt before it is truly seen.


Taken as a whole this piece feels like something that ought to be whispered in a quiet invocation, or bellowed in a thunderous summoning, and absolutely nowhere in between those two extremes. A lurking, subtle power, lying in wait for the worthy.


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