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,





I have won.


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