.3. Prepared To Fight Poem by David Threadgold

.3. Prepared To Fight



Temper the steel
That will make me a sword
Sharpen its edges
Afore blood be poured

Fashion a handle
Fit for a king
Strike down your hammer
To make anvil sing

Polish it well
To a high mirror shine
Tomorrow we fight
Let the battle be mine


© 2008 David Threadgold
Rambling Riddles & Rhymes

Thursday, October 16, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: mirror
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