What smoother and easier weapon is there but the knife
the cowardly hide behind the cause of chaos and strife-
their hands trembling and mouth quivering but a glitter of accomplishment in their eyes
the windows to the soul show no lies
the smooth and glimmering metal is a weapon in one hand but a peace-maker in another
who to weep but the victim's mother-
who curses in tears the slight knife who brought death to the doorstep
yet, the almighty knife can be avoided by a simple back step
the gleaming metal falls out of the hands of the coward
Death does not stand behind the coward but turns to switch to that of the newly powered
the other man turns to show a face proud and true
and from his hand emerges a knife encrusted with diamonds of great value
the man is quick and plunges the beautiful knife in the coward's beating heart
the pooling blood surrounds the body in pools of art
Death before taking the soul says to the man:
"thou are a great man, yet none including thou canst not 'scape mine grasp
for i  hast many other life takers other than the knife i shall take pleasure  'i  thy perpetual wink and i shall take thou myself would I can"
with that  death gave the man a leer and disappeared
the man smiled to himself and was assured-
that none can take me for my knife will protect me
the man did not know that the knife in the hands of the ignorant would turn on their masters
Death laughed at the man as he walked in the dark and would serve as a witness for what was to come from the man's flatness