Beautiful Weapon

Beautiful Weapon 

Beautiful spear, close to me like

dark skin blackened by the sun.

More dangerous than guns.

When in silence your violence shows

to those who oppose your beauty.

Straight to your duty you fly through the air

with a care to make your mark,

and open eyes to the beauty of the dark.

Can you feel that spark?

You've just been pierced

and the wound of attraction is fierce.

You are no longer blind

when you see the beauty in every kind.

So please don't mind that spear.

There's nothing to fear

when you like what you see.

Excerpt From

Philosophy of Pens

By Yona Vaughan