Knife Walker
He understands the knife best,
The man who stands upon its blade.
It’s his feet that feel its sharpness,
It’s his balance it has made.
He knows so well this weapon
On whose edge he played.
With the steadiness to walk upon
The most treacherous of roads,
He stays the course when others are long gone.
No matter how the darkness bodes
He knows he can prevail
The courage in his heart on godes,
Heeding not what fiends assail.
For he has proven his unwavering skill,
Despite the wind and beating hail
His strength holds him rigid, still.
For he has learned the balance
To wander through the storm,
This man who on the edge did dance.