Quiller (Poetry)

The pen is sharp as any sword
it pierces to the quick
and pointed words slice rhino skin
despite that armour’s thick

A sentence strung with cunning barbs
does more than irritate
when truth’s employed along with wit
designed to penetrate

The thorny phrase that prods and digs
through sticks and stones and mud
is bound to find its target and
eventually draw blood

Thought safe from arrows, daggers, guns
high castle walls defend
the man who never dreamed a quill
would get him in the end