The words, cutting, thrusting
A double edged sword
Struck down by the truth
By the intensity of the jab
The deepness of the strike
From the point to the hilt
I take the caustic blow
From your Vorpal sword
And as I lay wounded, bleeding
You scabbard your weapon of choice
And walk away
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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