Sunday, February 12, 2012

The Blade (as object)

The stories I can tell
You could not believe
Or would choose not to

Smooth in my skin
Of silver-gray,

I cast shadows
In both darkness and in light

I’m multifunctional,
Or so they continue to prove,

Smooth in coat
Yet sharp of tongue

I can create
Or destroy

If I grow dull
Out of hiding
The whetstone comes 


  1. Great mash up of words and speak, as the sword can truly make one leak. But go dull with time after committing any old crime.