I would like to thank the internets.

[pookin]

I've made a new online friend, they live in New Zeland and are awake the same time I am ^^

War

Hand grasped tightly around the handle,
Slowly pulling out the blade from its sheath.
Blade shined as the rising sun reflected on it.
It was the blade of hope as it was lifted in the air.
An army of men roared behind it,
It sough blood like a craved lion.
The blade pointed forward,
The men charged ahead to their doom.
Slicing body’s in half,
The blade never dulled.
The last body dropped,
With the setting sun.
All that stood was the blade still shining,
In a blood covered hand.