Move into a heart

my blade

quick from the sheathe.

Free

and without loyalty.

I am sharp

and true.

A knife is only as good

as the one who wields me.

Blade against blood,

fear amidst flesh.

Crafted with excellence

and wielded with care,

a weapon

or a tool.

Decisions,

not up to I.

No hesitation,

wield with pride.

Else a knife of another,

will slip inside.