I walked a dark path away from a falling sun that shed no light. I saw a blind man with a floating scimitar that seemed to dance all around him. He meditated within the stars as if there he was grounded. With a simple thought, like a hawk the sword found me it's prey. With praying hands I ceased it's play, between my hands rest it's fate. As the sword fractured the man flew backwards and the stars seemed dismayed. They let out a scream, my ears did bleed 300 more souls were safe.
