Sword

We admire with zest
Strifes from aeons ago
Forged the mightiest
Of weapons ever known

Strong bones and fearsome face
Fists that pound like thunder
Legs that find home in the chase
And will hungry for plunder

As endless battles arised
Only the greatest survived

But behind the back and in time
A smarter one could always strike
Sheer force had no redemption
War became the art of deception

The monkey-devil began its reign
By having its own brothers slain
Now power is in a well said word
A keen mind is your sword