Saturday, January 13, 2007

A sword's soliloquy

He rubs his stone across me,
gives me a keen edge,
gives me shine, some glamour,
magic, sharpens up his pledge

to use me just for justice
for the fight for the poor,
to use me in the forests, plains,
against the brigands on the moor

who fight for little reason,
well, maybe money to survive
hard winters, roaring winters,
snowflakes forming to a hive

of vicious hornets biting
those brigands like my steel,
they grow weaker with the winter,
sword or snow their only deal.

He rubs his stone across me.
I will be used for Right.
He chooses victims wisely.
I act through his Might.

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  Posted by deemikay :: # 1/13/2007 04:15:00 PM :: 3 Comments:

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