Hands reliable and Big
Drowned in blood
To Protect the smoothness of the small
They cut their own palms
But never let a drop smear on the little one
But the evil sword was relentless
It did not matter to it
Who lived
It just wanted to kill-
The big reliable hands
Soon
The hands were exhausted
Their skin swollen and bleeding
Finally
The hands were cut
The evil sword satiated
But in killing the big hands
A small hand was pushed
Pushed Into the Dark flames
The flames became its strength
Vengeance its only life
In the end
The betrayal came again
But to the Evil Sword
With the greatest penance
It wreaked havoc
Destruction
Utter destruction
The Evil Sword in ashes
The Little hands in smithereens