My Sword
My sword cuts through monsters, like a hot knife through butter, gliding smoothly with no resistance, my joints are warm, blood flows through my body, my swing is accurate, yet strong, my limbs feel weightless.
I have swung my sword countless times, I've lost again and again. But it feels like I'm starting to win now, I'm close, I know I'm close.
One day I will be faced with a monster bigger than I could've ever imagined, and when my blade pierces his flesh, slicing through him like a sharp blade through soft silk, parting the fabric effortlessly, all the sleepless nights and the countless losses will be worth it.
I fly because I believe I can.