May 14: Lissom - Thin, supple, and graceful
The way it moves
It moves softly,
Swiftly, with speed
In one’s eyes,
It’s actions
So hypnotic
Poetic, even
In another’s eyes,
It is alluring,
But deadly,
An illusion
Bound for destruction
Divine in sight
But human in actions
For centuries,
It has come in many forms
Short, yet efficient
Long, to strike enemies from afar
Just right, for a personal match
So this is how it goes
It has been this way all along
The battle for greatness
To be the best
These mighty swords
Of grace,
Lethal,
Beautiful,
Swift.
I have won.
This poem is about:
Our world
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