The Bladed Soul

March 2, 2018
By LordPhoenix BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
LordPhoenix BRONZE, St. Peters, Missouri
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I am one with the swords, the swords are my kin.

The blade is tied to my soul, the song of slashing steel in my heart.
From rapiers, to katanas, to scimitars, and even daggers, they call out to be used to defend hopes and dreams from those who are dark.
Short swords, broadswords, great swords, and knives, for every situation we both adapt like using different parts.
Together we forge a new path, and we become better like reinforcing ourselves to better have evil taste our wrath.
Though we are both dangerous, so we must remain careful and vigilant, so we do not mistakenly cut down the innocent.
Even when a blade or body is battered, we get back up and repair ourselves with our iron will unshattered.


The author's comments:

This poem is an extended metaphor comparing my personality to blades and swords.


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