A Song of Swords

Feet dance freely cross a field of grass

As Small blades tap to the whim of the wrist

Emotions Heavy

Sparks fly freely

Eyes dart quickly

And sweat glistens polished by the light of the sun.

As brothers glide gently with the sway of the winds

Their breaths become shallow and goals become sins

The sun sets settled

A sword reaches out

A parry meets cut

As men doubt

And in a blink

Eyes did miss

A fatal blow

Like a kiss

Delivered

By, the

Very

Tip.