By Othelia
The dagger shone in moonlit glory,
Glinting its furious, destructive stories;
restrained in my scabbard, it seemed to cry
"Let me free, someone must die!"
A bandit appeared,with devious eyes;
once again the dagger cries.
The steely power took over my head,
Within an instant,this man was dead.
Then came a beggar,reaching his hand;
I reached mine for my scabbard band.
The steely power took over my head,
Within an instant,this man was dead.
Next was a worker,with a shining tool;
Jeering and laughing was the broken-backed fool.
The steely power took over my head,
Within an instant,this man was dead.
I looked at that dagger,Stained with blood,
The evil inside me had eaten the good.
The shame i felt ate me away,
I couldnt bear my deeds today.
The steely power took over my head,
Within an instant,I was dead.