A sword, is like an army, invading a universe, a legion of demons, cold steel, and the hard truth, it’s reflection, in soldiers, riders on horses, grouped in troops, extensions, of the general, the hand that wields, ants doing their work, for the person they chose to wield, truth and justice, art and hunger, feel it in my throat, the desire to yield, I'm sorry, I don’t know, a poet making a joke, a clash, chemical reactions, a cookie crumbling, aligned along the river, a porter of spirits, a satisfaction, a grave, a weighted blanket, how the sausage was made, a thief on the run, a flower on hand, we need someone to take the blame, in the name of Jesus, take the hit, desire and fire, what men are made of, pumping hearts, and flowing blood, you or a spider, someone save her, lay down, accept life, ready to bleed…

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.