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Poetry by Charles Moffat
A blade in the dark Cold steel against my skin I sense fear in the air What is this that draws me? The shine of the blade? Sorely hot the cold I hate the cold I hate being cold Yet I like the brilliance The shine Steel and skin Like night and day I love day And I love soft skin Not hard, cold steel The blood in my veins Knows its power Death, destruction Double-edged misery I fear the power Yet I like the shine...