Inside this ...

Inside this diary holds my memories & secrets,
Waiting for a dark mistress to open it, 

and read it, so they can spread it.
It is a shape of a square or rectangle.


In the darkness, people lurk at you
Creeping and crawling behind you,
Like a sneaky snake.
It hisses at you but as soon as you turn around
There is nothing but darkness.


Inside a spears stomach holds the death of a thousand men, 

it holds history of thousands of memorable warriors.

Its blade is made for piercing flesh like a bullet shooting through organs,

its long wooden body is made to be held by a mighty warrior’s fist.
Its structure helps it to fly and glide like eagle soaring through the sky,
The diamond shaped blade drinks the blood of generations mighty of warriors.