The Sword

The Sword without a sheath
those within its reach
Are always lost
Recognition comes at a cost
A price that cannot be payed
The blade can only become dull
To survive another day
To not be used and thrown away

A part of it dies
at the breaking of each tie
The Blade is too rugged
For any sheath
Like the beast's blood-soaked teeth

A sword without a sheath is incomplete
And the wounds get worse
With each defeat

Swords are believed to have hearts
Though the rough times it has seen
Has hardened it with scars on steel
Swords can cut through flesh
Can kill when used at their best

When unsheathed, Lives can be taken
When unsheathed, swords can also be Broken