The Vorpal Blade

The Vorpal blade duth lurk,
Bathed in shadows,
Resides in murk.
A silent revolution,
Pra my sins,
Be payed in bood,
Chatise with Murder,
That be good.
Watch the water,
Wash away,
The curse of time,
The Vorpal Blade lay.
The clock hands tick,
An they'll never stop,
The vorpal Blade is in the shadows,
And waiting by the clock,
The strike is number twelve,
And my time is almost done,
The curse of humanity,
Causes breath to run.

The Vorpal Blade went snicker-snack,
Slcing and dicing,
This was and that,
The blade is drenched,
In sins of life,
The Vorpal Balde,
A subtle knife.