The Blade Poem by dymon sidebottom
The Blade
Blade of fury, blood so red.
Scars still have their story, and life always in a hurry.
Does anyone else hear the blades call?
Am I alone?
Is this a battle called life?
A battle which no one can defeat?
Scars' with their untold stories, and life always in a hurry.
The blade has no feel of pain anymore.
Just these gifts as a reminder,
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