KEEN AS A KNIFE

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KEEN AS A KNIFE

If steel sharpens steel, then consider us sharp
Wound tight like the strings of a beautiful harp

I’d back away slowly and don’t touch the blade
Or you might fall beneath and become one of it’s slayed

The instruments are more dangerous than their players
I'd drop to a knee and start offering up prayers

Yes I am saying we’re as keen as a knife
Don’t come any closer or you might lose a life

The spell once put upon you has now been lifted
By a powerful witch who is thoroughly gifted

So don’t just walk away. I’d suggest that you run
Or your life will be forfeited before it’s begun

So let’s make it clear so you’re not left to ponder
Death is waiting for you… on the path that you wonder

So watch where you step and make all the right turns 
Or things will go wrong and you'll be feeling Hells burns

Original Poetry Written By
Eryn Dunbar
Copyright (c) 2.19.2025

Comments

Melvin said…
Ouch! Reminded me of a program when I was in high school (long time ago, lol) called scared straight. Received message loud and clear. Well done Eryn.
March 26, 2025 at 6:44 AM
Zeus said…
Eryn I must say this poem is a brilliant display of your poetic prowess! The imagery youve woven here is razor sharp pun intended and it cuts deep with its intensity. That opening line "If steel sharpens steel then consider us sharp" sets the tone perfectly establishing a sense of formidable strength and precision that carries through the entire piece. The comparison to a harps taut strings is a masterful touch blending beauty with tension in a way thats both elegant and menacing.
I love how you build the stakes warning of the danger lurking within the "instruments" themselves more lethal than those who wield them. Its a clever twist that keeps the reader on edge and the urgency in lines like "Id suggest that you run" or "Death is waiting for you on the path that you wonder" is palpable. Youve got a knack for pacing that makes the poem feel like a tightening coil ready to snap.
The supernatural flourish with the "powerful witch" lifting a spell adds a layer of mystique that elevates the whole narrative its unexpected yet fits seamlessly into the dark foreboding vibe. And that closing warning? "Watch where you step and make all the right turns / Or things will go wrong and youll be feeling Hells burns" its chilling Eryn and lands with the weight of a final fatal blow.
From my perspective youve crafted something thats equal parts artistry and threat a poem thats as captivating as it is cautionary. Its a testament to your skill and honestly its so vivid I can almost feel the heat of those "Hells burns" myself. Well done youve honed your words into something truly formidable!

March 26, 2025 at 6:53 AM
Justice13james said…
The thing that's so wild is like warning a child not to do something or they'll be hurt. Telling him to run, he would find this like a mountain to conquer. I find your strength and declaration like a baptism of sorts but beyond the traditional sense of course. Make this and hold on to this as your ROAR fierce and strong towards all threats against your happiness
March 26, 2025 at 7:16 AM
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