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Our first poem from Winters
By The Say-er of It
06/27/13 at 12:49PM
One sword, another sword
Each a different type.
Each one with its own shiny rhythm
That will clamp death's fist and throw it at another.
Each thrust as gory as the next,
Each stab carries as much violence as a gunshot.
Swords are like death itself coming and taking away another man's life.
Nothing like an arrow
Because it's melee from the start.
Submitted by: Loren T