Sword

My sword is said to be sharp
It was forged by a swordsmith
In Japan
It was born in fire
Of folded steel
And honed with care
Polished with love
A katana
I have named it;
Destiny
It sings when released
From its black lacquered
And shining
Saya
It’s Tsuba was wrought
With devotion
It is art
Destiny is said to be sharp
but has not been proven
Destiny could cleave
A body
Behead a man
Cut dropped silk
And wet reed mats
Destiny has yet
To draw blood
To taste the joy
Of battle
But Destiny is sharp
Destiny could kill
There is another
Though
A sword called
Love
Love was made by God
And is sharper still
For only love
Can cut
A soul
In two