Imagine a Blade; so fine and so sharp
That it neither dulls nor weathers.
Imagine a Blade; forged by no metal
But forged instead by jealously, greed and pain.
Imagine, you would, a Blade of this sort.
The same Blade that felled Abel,
the same Blade we all carry,
the same Blade no one is afraid to use.
Imagine a Blade that never rusts in blood,
A Blade that not only cuts a man's flesh
But his joy, his pride, and even his very soul.
A Blade with no handle
A Blade with two sides
A Blade that cuts the attacker
And the attacked.
An unforgiving, merciless jagged mirror
That shows the true character of its master.
Imagine a Blade that as many names,
Named over and over again
By different people and different tongues.
You and I would simply call this Blade