I have a long thin stem
with a giant blade. It's
sharp and smooth, with a 
deadly touch. I'm wielded
in my master's hands,
twirling me with ease.
with a single swing
many fall, pools form
death and all. The 
scarlet liquid slowly
drops from my blade, as
I look around to see 
nothing astray. I am a
weapon not a toy nothing
can stop me, nothing at 
all.