The Sword

I am the Sword
I am that which shatters, that which cuts
I have no opponents, only allies
I create balance in the world
I create a world of war

My Canvas

Every mark upon my canvas,

tells a different story

I would not wish them to vanish,

or live without the glory

 

Each stroke upon the fraying sides,

another stroke of wisdom

Each mistake found, without a rhythm,

creates a better guide

 

No man or child could go without,

a few more splashes of paint

No matter how you puff and pout,

the artist will not feint

For those who find a blank canvas still,

your story comes, it has a will