Alak-Hul, the Darkblade

From a median point
Alak-Hul tossed back his head and defied me

Saying:
Oryx gave me no task
Therefore I must task myself
With Oryx's ending.

So I slew him,
And buried him close to me,
Rejoicing in the success of his great, secret task —

To be as the sword:
Keen, hungry, cyclical, ontological —

This was the task I gave to Alak-Hul,
O sharp-edged Darkblade,
O beloved foster son.