Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #516

The Dagger
by Belinda Roddie

The dagger had been used for a good
eleven years, but it had seen the days
of war and peace, rusted from all the blood
and now seemingly sheathed in fading gray
for the rest of eternity. And yet,
she held the relic in her battered hands
and remembered the life it had been wet
with - the loved one it had slain. The commands
of her army were silent, but her heart
still followed the rhythm of battle drums,
and while she tried desp'rately to take part
in diplomacy, sounds of vengeance thrummed
in every fiber of her being. Still,
the dagger would not be used 'gainst its will.