A Halloween Poem

Dull Daggers

The blade was quite fine
as my blood poured out like wine

It certainly was sharp
as it sliced through my heart

But the day it went dull
was when it passed through my skull

Now the daggers are done
and I'm a lunatic...ask anyone!



ahahahhaaaahhaaaaa. Like my poem? Katie helped me with that last line. However, now she thinks I need serious help.