The Sword Unsheathed

-Author Unknown
A sword unsheathed is a terrible sign,

It's blade so sharp by smith's design,

With asilvery blade that oh so shine's,

A sword unsheathed is always mine!

I walk the land with sword in hand,

I wear upon my face a brand,

Crossing scars oh so grand...

A grit as great as sand!

When my blade's out you'd best fear,

Fear the bite, the rip, the sear!

Cast away your life so dear,

My words the last you'll hear!

I am the blade unsheathed at last,

In molten steel I've been cast,

From the sheathe I come so fast,

Now your final breath is PAST!!!!!