Daggers of pure copper
which in the light would glow,
slipped past my defenses and
Plunged deep into my soul.
The daggers, they were hidden.
Concealed within the dark.
I didn't even realize
until they stabbed my heart.
I felt them pierce my skin,
so gently in they slid.
A phantom pain persisted,
but from my fears I hid.
I though that I'd bleed steel,
but what I saw was red.
Twas only then I realized
I would soon be dead.
I wanted to be happy,
I thought I could be saved.
But to those copper daggers,
I had been enslaved.
My strength started falter
I tried to parry blows.
But from my torn up chest,
blood started to flow.
I fell upon the ground,
And stared up at the sky.
Twas there I'd be found dead.
Twas there that I would die.
Above me, copper daggers,
which in the light would glow.
They glinted in the moonlight,
my lifeless body below.