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
Copyright © Onaiza Khan | Year Posted 2017
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