Tuesday, February 7, 2012

A Flash Of Blades


Steel

The sword floats in the air,
Its silvery blade gleaming.

Hungry

The razor-sharp edge glistens
As it slices through the air,
Missing its mark by inches.

Thirsty

The ornate handle shows elegance,
Reflecting the weapon it adorns.

Beautiful

The clang of metal meeting metal
Rings like a toll of the Grim Reaper
At the end of days.

Deadly

Scratches and dents adorn the steel,
Remnants of battles long past.

Experienced

Crimson red liquid runs down its length
As it finally reaches its mark,
And leeches life from its victim.

Victorious

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