Shattered sword Poem by wagonman

As the battle rages on the steel becomes brittle

Demons surround corpses their forces aren't feeble

They eat the rotting flesh

Yet they are still are famished

Their like the zombies from the North

No hit lets them finish

Stain stands true because the battle isn't finished

Darkness corrupts his blade yet he still fights faltered

His mind consumed from vices because reality's too bleak 

Will his sword shatter, seeking the path of vices end up under the bridge mumbling tweaking