DaggerA Poem by Paradoxical
On his knees
He prays for life In his heart Is buried a knife It rips through flesh Sharp pointed dagger Any who herald it Come to stagger A curse is befallen To the keeper To the bearer To the weeper A curse on the blade To kill is forbade For it's a mind its own And to all it is known
© 2010 ParadoxicalAuthor's Note
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Added on July 25, 2010 Last Updated on July 25, 2010 AuthorParadoxicalForever Land, Where Dreams Never End, AZAboutI write because it is my dream to be a writer and I enjoy it. I can pour my heart into a poem or a story and make it as artistic as I want. It's a beautiful thing to have the words to express myself w.. more..Writing
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