Unsheathed
Coaxed from its vile sheath
To appease the voices from beneath
An instrument of unruly malice
A weapon as wise as it is callous
No fool shall get past it
Only those with wit
Only Those who are wise
Who Learn not by their eyes
Only they stand a chance
They who hold their stance
Do not flinch do not waver
Unless its death you savor
Copyright © Abby Garver | Year Posted 2007
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