Daggers and sapphires
Range the world over,
Bright heart of crystal
The beauty of blue.
Steely edged wishes
With painful reminders,
Of weapons concealed
In a lie that seemed true.
The flash of the gemstone
Will dazzle the sunset,
Turn red tinted skies
To a pale cobalt hue.
But the glint of the blade
Like a flame in the moonlight,
Brings pain to the many
And joy to the few.
Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.
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