The Sword
Beth Gibson
It shimmers and shines
Like a pile of brand new dimes
Painful as being burned
The slashing leaves wounds
Leaving people dead in dunes
Playing with your toy, and sword
Something that you will never get bored with
Strong as a rock
Feeling comfortable in your hands
Donąt just yet cry
Because you know you shall die
Whenever you challenge me
Better pray to the sky
To hope you wonąt die
You think you are better than the rest
Top of them all, the best
Until, you met me
You shall see
That my rapier will beat you
So you shall know
The last thing you do
Is mess with me
We begin our battle
Going to the deep of the night
We both are very tired
My swords flies out of my hands
You charge at me when searching for weapon
I turn and fall to my back
You rush upon a hidden blade
You fall
I look at you and say
You didnąt beat me........today.
