The Sword………….

Razor’s sharp edge

A satin finish, silently glides

Through glades of the wind.

Chivalrous and smooth

Can cut you to pieces

If you have not mastered

Its artistic brilliance.

In the hands of a novice

Simply a playful toy.

In the hands of a brave warrior

Chest as strong as iron

Hidden among his pinions

Woven deeply into his very soul.

Through accurate precision

Moving effortlessly across miles

Cutting rhythms of sharpness

Without a sound………………….