Opponent

A sharp, nifty sword and blade, looked as if it was carefully made Thick, pointy, silver and shiny, brimmed to not look that tiny Only delicate hands can not handle it good, a remark that the sword finds rude When picked and raised to the air, the blade finds an opponent that seems quite fair The opponent, eyes timid like a snake, made the blade feel this was a bad sake The other swords handler showed a nasty grin, looking glum, thin and raspy His mouth shut, resembling the appearance of a grown up mutt His teeth not shown, otherwise bundles of leaking foam would appear, along with his disgusting sneer The sword and blade, handled by his master, found no pleasure in making a fight, he just wanted things to go more faster