Swords, a free verse poem.

A sword can be forged from any material

A sword can pierce any fool's skin

A sword is an extension of one's soul

A sword can help a man win

A sword is where feuds begin

A sword can be held by good or evil

A sword's slice can hurt like the devil

Swords do not care for their cause

Swords are warriors for hire

Swords are tools to maul


A sword meets another like itself


A sword hurls through the air

Swords can be tainted

With peasant's blood

Of which they consider below mud

One treasures a sword beyond most things


Now it's in your chest,

Please, lay down for your final rest.