Weapon Of Words

February 26, 2013
What weapon do you choose,
they ask,
to die by

Words. I wish a weapon of words.
Stronger than tempered steel,
more dependable than any blade

And they came to her,
with blades, and steel, and anger,
and she bared them to their souls

One by one they fell,
to an invisible blade that
scythed through their minds

Until only she stood,
the only victor,
alone and unscathed

The others fell,
and bowed, and prayed
repent for their misguided ways

Weapons of weathered steel
left to rust a broken orange
in an unforgiving sun





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