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 

2 comments:

  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.

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