Edge
My blade is a wonder, a masterful craft,
Bedazzles, entices, steeled fore through to aft!
No denying refinement- its measure,
Its setting,
A glory beheld with its gold, silken threading!
Ill-wishers alike, my grim pleasure,
Your dreading:
My OWN hand caresses its haft.
A swathe through the onslaught, this brand shall shine brightly!
I will not relinquish, I'll grip ever tightly.
As weightless as limber, each deft twist jerks spritely
And no trace of red taints its shaft.
Here is the trick, or the question, you will?
My blade's stunning form or its bearer's true skill?
See, this gem I've been prized with is scarcely availing-
A wall without gate or a bread long been staling-
If gifted inept and to those prone to failing,
So do mind to savor each kill.
Bedazzles, entices, steeled fore through to aft!
No denying refinement- its measure,
Its setting,
A glory beheld with its gold, silken threading!
Ill-wishers alike, my grim pleasure,
Your dreading:
My OWN hand caresses its haft.
A swathe through the onslaught, this brand shall shine brightly!
I will not relinquish, I'll grip ever tightly.
As weightless as limber, each deft twist jerks spritely
And no trace of red taints its shaft.
Here is the trick, or the question, you will?
My blade's stunning form or its bearer's true skill?
See, this gem I've been prized with is scarcely availing-
A wall without gate or a bread long been staling-
If gifted inept and to those prone to failing,
So do mind to savor each kill.