The Soul Of Katana Poem by Micah Krahn

A long beautiful silver angel who slices harder than a thousand screaming demons.
Her grace has befallen all who prey upon her.
Her blade fury unleashes the light as it severs through the darkness like a hushed whisper.
Mortal and Immortal gods have fallen with their brothers of humanity.
All have fallen to her whispering elegance.The sex of her blade, is neither male nor female but of true light.
Born with Purpose, wielded by destiny, empowered by radiancy and delivered with absolution. She is her curse, her blessing and steadfast will.
Alike Excalibur, all have challenged but none achieved to bear the Soul of Katana.