Ribbon Wrapped Hatchet Poem by C.R. Blazo

Soft are you to lay upon
With opened firey gaze
Glints dancing like down in winds
Sold am I for days
Play your tune of buttered rhymes
And will your edge towards me
Flatten yourself to undermind
While versing crime on thee
Climbing, climbing tall atop
Blank, white face to freeze
An arrow shot from the waves
To fall on grieving thieves
Cloaked to head
And falling short
Broken at the core
Pass through me one time
And harden never more.