Like in one of them fantasy movies
The hero draws the sword of power
To emphasise it's pureness
They make it ring
For half an hour
You try to be concise
To scallop metaphor
Cut back on the floweriness
Let sweet simplicity pour
But you think
The point's unmade
Your thoughts lay unleavened
Just one more verse my friend
What was that?
Six
Or
Seven?
You in this instance is me.