Here is an instrument of death. <br />Forged and refined to be the best. <br />In the moon light it reflects. <br />Guided by the hands of those it can trust. <br />Since the founding of steal, it as always been. <br />An instrument of death, may it never have to draw your last breath. <br />I am the sword.<br /><br />Gary Hembree<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/instrument-of-death/
