The double edged sword.

The double edged sword swings gently overhead,

Like an animal waiting to pounce.

Breathing fast, maybe the last,

Pounding heart, awaiting arrest.

Noises emerge from all around,

Too slowly they begin their approach.

For the animal’s claws have taken its grip

Stabbing like a thousand knives.

Trickling down a river of red,

Which washes all good away. 

The never ending fight, now meets its end,

Hoping peace will be found in the afterlife.