Sword
What you mean to me
Is more than just a fantasy
What you gave to me
Is more then I could ask
You’ve been there
When I’d forgotten you
Neglected you
Needed you
You stayed there
While I made mistakes
Expressed my hate
Cursed the fates
You laid there
When I lost the strength
At arm’s length
In case I sank
I see why
Knights would cry
Live by the sword,
Die by the sword
About the Creator
Vicious Avarice
The ramblings of a man obsessed with fate. Poetry, quotes, and inspiration. I am a published author who rides the beast of imagination. A storyteller. Check out my children’s book “The Christmas Monster” on Amazon or wherever books are sold
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