Her name is blade,
She dances as if she has it made!
Her touch can set your heart ablaze,
She is every man's craze!
Sometimes she can be a Gaelic Princess,
With skin as white as milk.
She is what dreams are made of,
With arms as soft as silk.
Her smile is mischievous,
A hint of silver sparkles from her eyes.
It's a reflection from her blade,
That soon fades away and dies.
She frequently visits slumbering warriors,
Her cold blade they would feel.
Gently sweeping across the skin of their faces,
They'd fall under the spell of her steel!
Caught in the web of her embrace,
Is stronger than any earthly steel!
With lips moistened with poison charm,
She holds an alluring appeal!
Her name is Blade,
She knows how to persuade!
Many a mighty warrior has paid,
By her blade they were slayed!
With a menacing laugh,
She would run away!
Eyed by a lone warrior, he pursues her,
As he departs from the fray!
In the darkness of the jungle,
In the silence of the night,
Silver blades dance with a haunting gleam,
For one last bitter fight!
Blade is no more,
She has tasted of the death of her delight!
It reveals her lifeless form,
From the previous night!
Blade's cold night of fear,
Has melted in the warmth of life's cheer.
The lone Warrior has won the fight,
Over Blade's sin, death, and might!
Come celebrate with me,
God's Warrior's triumphant victory!
No nails of sin could hold Him on the tree,
This Heavenly Warrior who set me free!
Blade is no more,
She has tasted of the death of her delight!
It reveals her lifeless form,
From the previous night!
Blade's cold night of fear,
Has melted in the warmth of life's cheer.
The lone Warrior has won the fight,
Over Blade's sin, death, and might!
Come celebrate with me,
God's Warrior's triumphant victory!
No nails of sin could hold Him on the tree,
This Heavenly Warrior who set me free!
(Originally written on Mon. Dec. 2, 1996. Edited and revised on Mon. Nov. 14, 2016).
