Onaiza Khan Poet Personification

The Iron Bride

Perspiring smith 
stares with pride
at his newly wrought
iron bride
the device of death
his means for bread

Hung on the wall
in its scabbard
lined with gold 
glittering hazard
beauty its name
fear its fame

Drawing blood
cutting veins
sharp and brutal
red with stains
wielder cheering
end nearing

Rotten red juice
dust and decay
sweating grips
death and dismay
end of a battle
her sisters rattle

Journey to home
long and dry
the iron bride
won't see the sky
a long night
till another fight

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Beata Agustin August 24, 2024 at 6:17 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.