Monday, December 28, 2009

"Blade: A Warrior's Lament"

I miss it
Its cold, folded steel a comfort,
Reassuring to weathered hands
A companion constant
A decision instant
Our movements a dance

I long for it
Its fine edge a biting kiss
Just the two of us
Sharp, quick justice
To hold it again
Be bold, old friend
Forgive me my sin

I will reclaim it

No comments: