Dark side

The sickle that slits a throat also get the crops home.
The river that drowns a town also shapes the rock,
No forts were ever built by the quiet calm waters,
The storm gives birth to best sailors on the dock.
The bloodiest tales often leave you stronger,
For fairies never confess, but the dragons do.
To protect your castle you need to breathe fire,
For life can't be lived wearing a pair of glass shoe.