The elusive muse of lines that rhyme
The poetic spirit that’s hard to find
Made an appearance in this author’s mind
And the following poem’s what it left behind
Night Blade
A splash of red
 on darkest night
The tear of flesh
 in shadows bright
The sweetest taste
 across the tongue
No fresher breath
 ‘er through the lung
The thrill of death
 upon the wind
With silver glee 
keen edges rend
Bright steel reflects
 the savage scene
Black hearts rejoice
in primal scream
Deadly seconds
 and endless hours
The fruit of life
 the soul devours
A splash of red
on darkest night
Marks the path of
 blade in the night