Dictionary Poem

By the sword I live
By the sword I die,
When this body gives
My spirit shall fly.

Back to the day
Hours before my death,
You shall pay
Before my final breath.

Your knife pierces my heart
You laugh curdles my blood,
I fight through the dark
As though wading through mud.

I will be free
It will not end,
Flying through the trees
As long as I am determined.