Ashbringer

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I remember the ash.
I remember the Highlord.

I was a rumor before I was a blade,
A whisper in the plaguelands, a promise delayed.
I had a spinning star caught inside my hilt,
Warming your knuckles through the shadow we spilt.
But a myth is a fragile thing to mass-produce,
Given to a million heroes, cut completely loose.
The way your hand forgot my weight in its grip,
The moment the math told you to let me slip.

And I am terrified of the illusion.
A painted ghost you cast on common iron.
I used to be the blazing resolution,
Now I'm just a shape you dress a wire in.
You don't swing me, you just wear my face,
A hollow copy of a holy space.

I burned the citadel, I melted the frost,
I was the glowing ledger for everything lost.
Now I sit in bank tab 3, slot 14,
Next to some damp cloth from a shore you've barely seen.
You traded the fire for a dull, heavy spear,
Just because the numbers scaled up this year.

And I am terrified of the illusion.
A painted ghost you cast on common iron.
I used to be the blazing resolution,
Now I'm just a shape you dress a wire in.
You don't swing me, you just wear my face,
A hollow copy of a holy space.

Does the dust remember me? Does the ash?
If a legend is retired, does it ever crash,
Or just slowly fade out in the dark?
I was the sun in the hand. I was the spark.
Now I am a drop-down option on a screen,
A memory of a fire that used to mean...

Something.
The crystal in my guard stops spinning.
I am still waiting for the war.
But you don't need a sword anymore.
Just a hand that points, and clicks.