Metalic Beauty

In graces’ arms became my make,
Thy wielder’s charm assured my fate,
Finely balanced with a sharp tip tongue,
upon this birth a trap was sprung,

A sharp contrast compared to thou,
A shield, and guard, on a fighters prowl,
Wielded with care, but taught to fight,
A beautiful creation, who blinded your sight,

‘tis no mere imitation upon your view,
What you have seen will rise anew,
A diamond pales to her beauty within,
A strong whole center, begetting a win

Her own personal weapon, a double-edged sword,
Her life’s in my hands, your’s no more
Carrying this creation full with pride,
When raised up high, she’ll surely fly.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Clarisse Nanoit]

Amazing. I can imagine many parallels that could give this poem meaning. I thoroughly enjoyed reading. Thanks SO much to Kristin Brecoe for sending me a read request on this one. :) I loved it.
KH

[Kristin Brecoe]

19/20. yea, right. doesn't deserve that, it needs better.

*sigh* they had issues with mine. I gotted 18.5. *sigh* They/She told me to use I, and I don't wish to. ehh, whatever. Anyway, I adore this. You've got skizzleessss. I'm gunna get a buddy of mine to read this as well. We'll see what she has to say.