The Blade

Sleek and sly is the edge,
Smooth and dark is the brace,
Wrapped and stiff is the grip,
A complex chord wraps around the mysterious object.

It cuts through the wind effortlessly,
You see it cut as straight as an arrow,
It has no smell, but you can sense one within,
You can feel though, the sly sleek touch.

Since the moment I unsheathed it,
The metallic edge shined bright, brighter than the stars.
I could feel it, the surge of power within.
It had immense value, value I could not perceive.

My mind shot back to initial images of precision and truth.
Of admiration and breath-taking appeal,
Of the sun barely kissing the smooth side as it danced through the air.
They gave me a goal to achieve that precision and their breath of confidence.
The unattainable now attainable.