The Lure of the Sword

			It is a type of beauty,
			An embrace,
			An escape from any difficulties 
			Life has thrown in your face.
			All social standings,
			All previous order is discarded.
			An urchin kills nobles.
			An anarchy,
			That some love and yearn for. 
			It lures and seduces the mind back to battle.
			It shouts:
			Honour!
			Power!
			And whispers:
			...death...
			Sometimes, it does not seem
			An overly high price to pay.