The Blade Poem by Matt Trepanier

The Blade



Blackened, dark, with shining steel
A fiendish device made to cut rip and kill
Leathery grip, bloodstained blade
A knife to kill, a knife to betray

Kill, Kill, Kill is its name
Killing off those who stand in its way
A sharpened point with a deadly intent
The perfect weapon to rip, tear and rent

It has no remorse, no conscience to tell
It serves any master outside of its shell
Though any can use it, the calm and the tame
It is best used by those who are going insane

Kill, Kill, Kill is its name
Killing off those who stand in its way
A sharpened point with a deadly intent
The perfect weapon to rip, tear and rent

Try to run, try to hide
It'll find a way into your insides

A bloodstained past, a future of gore
The ease which it cuts makes it seem it wants more
So lock up the windows and bar the door
It's had it's last victim and it's hungry for more

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