A Vorpal Sword

TTTO “Norwegian Wood (This Bird has Flown)” by The Beatles

I once had a sword, or should I say, it once had me
It would kill my foes, with well-placed blows, the battle flows

It made me bloodthirsty, and I started looking for fights
And I battled constantly, during the days and the nights

I felt so controlled, my soul I sold, or so I’m told
We killed left and right, for so it said, “It’s time I fed”

It told me it owned me completely and started to laugh
It told me if I would oppose it, I’d be cut in half

And when I broke free, it did kill me, left just debris
So I went to hell, to you I tell, your soul don’t sell